oh, how much I feel

normally the emotions spew out of me uncontrollably
then again, there is the silence
a silence that makes me harsh where you once knew me as loving

my head always spirals until I run out of thoughts
my heart always hungers until I swallow my fervour
all followed by this numbness

you might ask me if I want you to be mine
and if I was honest -
I could tell you the first metallic sip of a beer brings me much more feeling than your lips on mine.

oh, how little I feel

If you need to,
Then you can break me too.

I got lots to share,
And you have a greedy mouth.

Filthy, those private filthy whispers,
My name sounds better when it's said by you.

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Paint, how this craving paints us,
The type of colour you can never quite wash off.

I don’t scrub,
And you smile at the new stains.

If you want to,
Then you can love me too.


Together we’ll once again scrape the remains of us off the floor
Mold them into fine art
People might say it’s messy
But I know how beautiful we are

After all, I got an eye for beauty
I have an eye for you.

If we could learn to be patient with ourselves, then maybe the world would do the same.

your hubris, your naked, your touch
how wonderful that I get to see you like this
behind my eyelids anywhere we go

those nights where your nails dig into my neck
how wonderful that I get to feel you like this
without anyone really needing to know

those days where I count your every freckle
how wonderful that I get to keep you like this
secure that every time this isn’t all for show

your sweet, your delicate, your kiss
how wonderful that I get to adore you like this
always devoted to you, my permanent bedfellow.

In the world of man
any woman could be it
and though it was you who was enchanted
blame it on her;
her wits, her charm, her garment.
Make a bonfire, we're branching out  
truth hidden by the sound of chants
joined in a primal dance, inner circle only
she’ll be the one burned alive.

This is who I am.

Do you like it?
You like it

You saw a butterfly.

Do you like it?
You like it

I mentioned a butterfly.

Did you like it?
You did like it

You just thought about that.

Did you like it?
You did like it

It's wings are your favorite color.

Do you like it more?
You like it more

It's a happy peaceful being.

Do you like it even more?
You like it even more

There isn't actually a butterfly.*

Do you still like me?
______

Dehydrated skin, like leather
You being here doesn't make it better

Forehead against forehead
I feel my temperature rise

You make me sick to my stomach
Dear -
Darling -
My little stomach bug

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Sand and stones between my bones.
Today the sun never shone.
Look how beautiful I am.

Chop, chop, chopped wood in the fireplace.
Don't get too close if you want to keep your face.
Be careful not to burn yourself.

It gives a certain warmth
And brings a certain want.
I would, yet I can't enjoy it by myself.

Royal blue like the winter hue.
My skin is merely bruised.
Can you still see how many times I've been hurt?

That winter depression.
Makes me want you as my new obsession.
Come in even if it's colder than outside.

Melt, melt me, I'm a letdown.
Having a meltdown.
I am melting under your fiery touch.

Snow flakes the skin.
I am in for a win.
What a special snowflake I am, wouldn't you say?

My heart is surrounded by splinters,
It shouldn't, yet it get's me through the winter.
Between my arms it's chiller, why don't you come hither?

Take a bite of me with your ice chipped teeth.
Swallow me up like a leech.
Red blood gauges from my blue veins.

Guess I'm not that royal anyway.
Hide it before you can complain.
-
Too late.
You already know the taste.
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