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Harlow Dec 2012
It was I who enslaved me,
  And you who set me free.

You stole my warmth
  When all I wanted was the cold.

You drank all my glucose
  And left me bone dry

But I like the bitter,
  And I like the bite

Because things are much safer
  Up at this height.

So I bid you adieu
  And curtsy from above.

I do ask one thing though, my love,
  Keep my heart, for I have no use for it now

An emotionless temptress
  With vengeance behind these eyes.
Harlow Dec 2012
You is me, but, more accurately,
Me is you.
I've caged your thoughts in
My cranium and shared
Them as my own.
I've taken your fears captive
And stored them down below.
I've washed my brain with
You and called it Me.
You see.
Me is You, but
You is Who?
Harlow Dec 2012
My homework is done
But my mind won't go numb
It's pulsing with words and writhing with consonants
I can't seem to keep my fingers from this keyboard
I have nothing to say
And no reason to at all
But still the spastic ******* on these moist keys continues
I don't know. I don't like it, but I can't stop.
Harlow Dec 2012
The interlocking of our fingers
was replaced by
mine around your neck.

A simple smile
evolved into
a menacing glare.

The brief meeting of our lips
fueled a desire
to tear the flesh from your bones.

The taste of your tongue
sparked a hunger
only your blood could satisfy.

The smell of your sheets
became that of
car exhaust in your garage,

And I watched as
Neptune skies covered those
brown, brown eyes.
Harlow Dec 2012
And now her mind is numb
  and the atoms take the blade (or the toothpick)

And they press firmly into the wrist
  they do it for they know no better

They have no mind, or mother, for lessons now
  and the atoms take her down the hall

In the bathroom, above the porcelain
  eyes stare at the wall

And the mind grows anxious
  and the lungs ask for air

The stomach lining fizzes
  and the fingers slip down, bare

And seconds turn to minutes
  as eyes begin to drown

And down goes the anxiety
  as well as the sludge, brown

All is dizzy in a head too alone
  so she sits for a moment

To bury the bone
  and walks from the bathroom

With a secret
  and a *moan
a little morbid, I know
Harlow Dec 2012
Years since you kissed my forehead.
                            slept in my bed.
                            pushed me against the wall.
All slowed to a crawl after just one night.
The night I said no; you took it a little too far.
My skin exposed, but my soul stayed closed.
My mind is a private safe, in which only one holds the key.
But, Darling, it's not you,
And, Dearest, it's not me.

— The End —