Shy am I,
To speak to you.
Cry will I,
If you reject me.
Weak am I,
To want to be carried by you.
Hopeless am I,
Because I know this you will never do.

Lost am I,
In your eyes.
In disbelief am I,
To feel your kiss.
Confused am I,
That you chose me.
In love am I,
With you.
Love you?
Yes I do.

Empty holes of dark coffin spiders,
Left alone in a chamber of silence.
Sore stretched arms to push out wider,
Mind spinning full of violence.

Breathing sobs of memories,
Of the days centuries back.
When life was full of unnoticed treasuries,
Which slowly leave this cold quiet shack.

Dreading the moment when he comes,
Back to do the sick thing he loves.
Hearing the fearful beat my heart drums,
And the sound of clinking tools and his rubbery gloves.

My hope was long ago beaten,
My scars and bruises swollen.
My heart he has eaten,
My life he has stolen.

probably permanently damaged goods

I have mosquito bites on my inner thighs

The itch reminds me of winter nights

Under your scratchy cotton sheets

Where it was you biting my thighs.

It was like you were scratching

An itch that had been burning deep

Down within my skin.

The relief was ecstatic, electric,

Encouraging me to open myself wider

To the possibility that I would never

Burn for anything again because

All the fire I needed was contained

Within your eyes and those eyes told me

That anytime I needed to burn I

Could just go to you and you would

Show me what fire really was.

I know I'm not ****, and I’m not traditionally beautiful, but when you touch me I can feel the warmth spreading from my stomach all the way to my frigid heart and you make me feel like both of those things are actual possibilities for me.