I sit on this sensation

And it dwells
And it burns
And it bulges

Inside-wanting- needing
To be ripped open

Pushed against
Quaking with sensation

What’s wrong? Whats right?
We do it all

Because behind closed eyelids I'm not her anymore.

I bite I claw I bleed for you

You are my addiction
Slow and fast
Caught up with denial for too long

Wanting to be defiled and unmasked not unsure

Wanting your scars
Your body

Moving, mounting

Bony, bumpy

Imperfect and perfection in my hips

Now sold, spent, rising

Up.

Up.

Until you and I are more than human

We are Gods reaching together from the dregs of our carcasses

Dying and dusty
Skipping beats
Screaming for the moment

Of Euphoria

Coming into your arms

Drifting away and down to Earth

Finally done with this monster
The blood curling screech of pain
And angst
Wanted
Needed

Take me and I will take all you have to give

You are the perfect drug.

And you parachuted your way into my life
Bringing uncertainty and sensation.
Made me feel emotions people start wars in their hearts over.
Then teleported away.

His shoulders droop down and his skin is dark.
I snake my tongue through his insecurities and blink twice as I try to stop the emotion from spreading across my face.

But he already knows.

Oh, he can see it underneath my shell.

Water wells in my eyes and I close them to shut out the pigmentation of his irises.
I drape my bare white skin across his palate tongue as he spreads color across my thighs;
a blank canvas waiting to be filled.

Each movement of my hips shatters my plans of detachment.
Bringing me closer to his cliff.

This world is full of distance.
It puts cracks in skulls,
hearts
and plans.
Puts cold numbers on the pavement.
I could run the miles as my heart beats faster.
Skipping through the bad parts to get to the new.
Guess I had to leave you a few miles back…
The world is full of distance.
And now you’re far behind.

i loudly munch my carrots and watch all the people bustle by.
rushing toward the same things.
im nearly hidden and i blend right in.
i guess this is what finding yourself is like.
admitting your humanness
realizing its not all easy
and you are not ready
until you already have grown and changed while you weren't watching.
the sun hits all your leaves and changes their color. some faster than others.
but don't worry.
the sun always comes.

I’d **** the marrow straight from you

And pull myself through your roots

Id wish you luck along the way

yet all i feel is jealousy skipping through my ridges; repeating like a record.

Guess I’m not quite ready to feel the real sun you have felt.

My sunlight has all been artificial and dull with the lack words we exchanged while we sat and made small talk about all the places I haven’t been.

There is a sickness that is swarming the people.
A sickness I don’t understand.

A willingness to **** one another
with a weapon or our bare hands.

They will pull out the strings of our humanness.
Hate and confusion pumps through our blood.

Money and greed seem to guide us.
It feels wrong but no one says a word.


There is a sadness that won’t leave my soul.
A sadness I don’t understand.

A inability to find what I’m looking for.
And for that I will search all the land.

I will pull at the strings of my humanness
Inherited failure will not stand

I will demand the things from myself I am lacking
and with enlightenment,

I  will better understand.