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Tonight we dance like pagans
Take my wrist with your tongue
******* words like the perfect combination of salty and sweet
Lift me high so I may crumble in your arms
Beads of sweat as much of a story to tell
As the tears you and I have shed over habits and heartache
Floating like a swift mist as heavy as dew
It doesn't have to make any sense
It's the soul finally letting go in random spores of silk
Simply titled but definition entwined
Like the calmest you in my arms
The deity's declare us their favourites tonight
So take my eye with your hand
Let's pray we never have to be alone again
Our song came on the radio today
It made me sad at first
Then I realized
I wasn't in love with you
I was in love with the music
So I sang it loud
For me
F.O.B
In the beginning you treated my body like a land you pursued
The grass was greener on the other side
And that other side was me
In the beginning you made love to me like I was everything you craved
You had come off a roller coaster ride
And you wanted to ride with me
In the beginning you talked sweet lip bitten words the poet in you conjured
You had me at your every tongue flick
And you flicked your tongue for me
In the beginning we were like newly weds with dreams and highs
You told me to be yours
I still want you to be mine
The beginning seems so long ago...
I'm not broken
Stop telling me I am for as much as I know I shouldn't
I might start to believe you
And break my own **** heart again
That confident and bubbly person I was yesterday?
She's gone now
She was too fake to live long in this world
But I'm here. You can call me bipolar
You don't read my poems anymore
So here's one for you
Roses are dead
Violets are blue
This poem is ****
And I guess you are too
I'm done.
I tried so hard to let go.
Yet the past still sneaks up on me just as I'm moving on.
Rising from the ashes with a cigarette in my grasp
Stripped bare for all to see
A birthmark on my ****
Simmering in the embers of a relationship too burnt to reignite
A scar of the 3rd degree
A tear falling every night
I am to recover and be better off than you'll ever know
Despite the beauty of rebirth
We all rise from ashes
And it hurts more than we bear to show
Every day she lies
To herself and the world around her
She puts on makeup too dark for her bright eyes
She keeps her mouth closed for when it opens
Its a web of lies
You could say she's so good she's convinced herself
Every morning she wakes in a disguise
She's the kind of sick you can't ever fix
She's a bundle of lies
She's dead inside
I am a little bit twisted
I am a little bit obscene
I want to feel you in tight places
And everywhere in between

I'd tie you up and leave you there
Until I can't hear you scream
Then slit your thighs and roll in your blood
And lick it up like cream.
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