it wasn't until i was sitting
on the floor of my shower
hyperventilating your name into
              my hands when i realised

                         that

you were the air i struggled to
                         breathe

and i wasn't even the dirt
          under your ******* fingernails

maybe if we can use
     the darkness
           the torment
                 the shambles of our hearts and our heads
and turn it into something beautiful
      poetry,
            music,
                 artwork.
then maybe it won't be so
                                              bad.

"i'm only a fool for you"

i don't belong here

Please O' Lord
Don't let this consume me
This burning urge to do injustices
To violate her sheets
To desecrate her temple
God Almighty
What a beautiful temple you've made
Carved to perfection, it entices me
How can I resist this temptation?
She is my every craving
Tell me Dear Lord
Is it wrong for me to admire your art?
To gaze upon the bareness of her walls
Feel the thickness in her stature
And if So...
forgive me Father
For I can no longer restrain my hands
My tongue can't stay in its cage
My body can not be with out hers
She must be consumed by me
By My lust
~Corona Harris~

it's not your fault baby bird
they never taught you how to fly.
you were forced out of the nest
while they watched you fall and die.

letting go
doesn't
always
mean
not
holding on

"who hurt you?"

                                                                                                                      "me."