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8.8k · May 2015
Love-High
Frances May 2015
I mainlined your love
   And became hooked on the spot
        You're too powerful a feeling
For just one shot

I fell into being high from every available source
When I ran out of drugs I ransacked the lives of people i'd known before

Kisses became my ******
Touching is now *******
Making love is like making ****
The process all the same
8.8k · Aug 2015
Better (10w)
Frances Aug 2015
When you moan my name its better than
    


   *
******* ******
Frances Aug 2014
Blurred faces and
     Fuzzy smiles
    You say you love me all the while you look at her while tipping back
     Vicious facts I look over from the crest of a broken heart
Getting ****** up is a hopeless art
           Still we paint a pretty picture of neon lights and first class flights on busy nights
                You're too vivid to inhabit my sight
           I look the other way as I inhale through gritted teeth
                   You love her more and love me least
            But at least there's love between our sheets
      In this room I start to lose my mind only to find sanity was a mountain I climbed and dove from
     Into a pool of rose *** I never rose from
I stayed til I felt myself go numb
     Then crawled out and never looked back
             I came to you
          Saw change in you
        But in the end my neck was snapped from every hug you gave
     A slave to a place in your heart too small to breathe
      So as I inhale the stench of infidelity

             I realize
I want you but you don't need me
I ******* Hate You ******.
3.1k · Jan 2015
Filthy Sex Poetry
Frances Jan 2015
My body
Is like the body of a poem
  That you're writing
And with each stroke of your quill
I lose myself but become more real
       I fall in love with your feel as you fill in my blanks
1.7k · Oct 2015
King of Hearts
Frances Oct 2015
This love is a little game we play

       It has no end
       There's no escape
       You hold all the cards
       And the way you stack them
If they were to fall they'd bury me alive
          Deprived from your kiss
It's the only thing I'd miss
     Not even breath or the sting of my wrists from when you hold me to your rules
                And no matter how many times I go broke trying to make you smile
       I'll always pay the dealer even if it takes a while
1.3k · Aug 2014
Silence
Frances Aug 2014
Deafening
        
                 Cracks of

s i l e n c e
     Shoot across my brain
all     at     once
I register
                    The pain
Of a world without the sound of your


**name
Frances Aug 2014
My lust
        Was found living
  At the end of your leash
    
          Leaving me to wonder
if I was ever free
      
        I needed you
   And you used me
      
          But I screamed I loved it
   And let you be

         Shards of glass on the floor
    I swear to god I love you more

                 With every knife you'd twisted and tore
            Its the pain you give me I adore
Frances Jan 2015
Touch me where it ******* HURTS
    My mind is your last unconquered frontier
      My body is yours
Inside and out
        And i feel your control without a doubt

  I like the taste of you
I like the taste of these leather straps that hold me back
       But for the life of me i hate feeling numb to your every whip and lash

      SO TOUCH ME WHERE IT HURTS
Where love doesn't live
          In my mind and I'll give you the key
      To unlock my heart and my tar black soul coated in pathetic misery

     TOUCH ME WHERE IT HURTS
I promise i have no emotion to offer
But my body is yours, every broken inch
    To do with watcha wanna

Just touch me where it hurts..
811 · Dec 2014
F.R.A.N.C.E.S.
Frances Dec 2014
****
Repentance
And
Needlessly
Conjure
Evil
Spirits
725 · Apr 2015
Take Me In
Frances Apr 2015
Take me in
        Let me stay
               Paint these worn walls white
From shades of gray

       Sit me down
       In your favorite chair
       And when i'm gone, imagine me there.

*Take me in.
Frances Sep 2014
Around here
         We make an art of falling down
   The plummet is as creative as the pain of the shove
          The only beauty is seen from the ground as we stare above

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