You
are an entire
universe of
metaphors and narratives
unwritten.

He tastes like wine.
He tastes like desire.
He tastes like my deepest craving personified.

Love in actions, not in words.
                   For in actions we find sooth.

I inject you into my arm
You run laps in my blood
Swimming for days in a lustful craze
Inside my brain you have your stay
Sleeping silently in the day
But at night come out to play
Invading my memories
Making it a thicket
Now you know everything that makes me wicked
Playing drums on my rib cage you sail to my heart
Leaving me aching, weary, and sickened
"Are you mine?" You whisper and beckon
"Forever and ever!" I answer
Unended

I wish I could go one whole day without thinking
Twenty-four hours of internal silence
Internal bliss
No worries
No hypothetical struggles
Just for one day

i have sin written on the tip of my tongue,
i'm beginning to think i've been screaming for years
with the soul intention of committing to just something,
maybe anything, maybe nothing at all.
nostalgia takes its grip tighter than the way i imagine
the noose around his neck and tighter than the
first time you hugged me, god i swore i was meant to be there.
i think, i'm remembering things that took cover in my brain
things that didn't want to be seen,
possibly in mockery of me
i'm dripping sweat from thinking a drop of thought
could create an entirely new rendition of me in your mind,
i never cared to be okay, i never cared to stay

Unguarded
are our hearts,
they're lost in the wild

we try to find a hunter
who will try and salvage
what is left
of our souls and hearts