I remember all of the nice things that you said
Complimenting me, hacking into my head
Soon you controlled everything that I did
Whenever I saw you my courage, it hid
Around you I was weak, fragile, and fearsome
I despised who you had helped me become
I fell in love with your viscous little game
I can almost promise I'll never be the same
"I want to be your boyfriend" "Babe you're the best"
With lines like that what girl wouldn't be impressed
All of your broken promises, and your silly little lies
They're all some of the things that I came to despise
I'm done with you, I'm kicking you out
Quit lurking in my brain, sneaking about
Give me back my heart, and all the tiny pieces
As of now my love for you ceases

she wants head
male bonding
siamese twins
tango 69

me
i travel by images

corporal landscapes
the mouth is the tunnel
quick, now
the tongue the train

windows on the world
unmistaken

still
same refrain
we will meet
we will meet
somewhere again

end of the line

with
the power of torso
speed of the memento
lost and then
found

and
always
the blood engine
pounding
puffing
steaming its blush
on the cheek of night

Call us enigma, origonal sin
we set fire to paper birds
and waste paper bins
and play snakes and ladders as
prima donna sings
the coils from the serpents
and the feathers from the wings.
Call us the paradox
apostle carries lies
Seraphim in hell
and Lucifer denied,
cold moods which withdraw
granting all who retried
the listless of love
Unrequited, redefined.

I can’t sleep.
My throat burns with the harsh smoke of a raw cigarette,
the same taste of  your tongue once encircling mine,
smoky breaths merging together in a passionate silence.
The cloudy mist of my late night thoughts
is what remains of the sweet desire that ignites my lust.
I feel the cold sheets beside me,
the dried sweat stains now only a memory of where you once were.
They replace your fingers running down my leg,
your other hand now a ghost, once pressed to your lips as you inhaled your cigarette.
I feel the burn in my mouth
and close my eyes.
I want to drown in your passion,
submit to your desires and feel your body melt to mine
but I am only filled with the emptiness of these inhales,
your love only the fog in my throat.

Makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
There's something captivating in your kiss and touch.
Something so worthwhile that even after you hurt me I still daydream of you, of that dark skin, the way you move.
I try to love myself enough to pursue what's best for me, who's best.
But then there's you.
That way you have with making me fall with little to no effort, there's something kryptic in you.
I wish it was easy. I wish I could find someone that makes my thighs tremble and loves me half as much as I do you.
That person that I crave, and craves me.
Who's breath defines me. Who's blood easily could run through my veins.
Then there's you...
One touch and my pursual of happiness is led astray.