I want ropes, not roses,

I want teeth marks, bruises, not black eyes,

I want lipstick smears, not tear streaks,

I want passion, love, fire

but

I don’t want to get burned.

This isn’t just a wildfire, springing up with heat when the right wind catches it.
No, this is an ember, slow and smoldering.
I’m not angry with you, I’m hurt.
I’m not plotting my revenge,
I’m planning my escape.

I need him
I tell myself things like
things will be better soon
I don’t believe that
it will be like this always
I know that
he treats me this way out of love
there is no way
he meant to do it
I know in my heart
that deep down he is good
still, sometimes I think
I don’t need him



Re-read the poem up from the bottom.

Diamonds and gold,
honey and ice,
glittering,
should the two ever mix
it would be chaotic
but somehow,
they are charming
draped ‘round
her caramel
throat

Everything I want already exists.

I will be happy when I wake tomorrow with the rising sun.

Nothing in this world could satisfy my desires, because I’ve already got you, and I desire nothing more.

He was a desert and I was rain but he decided he liked the feeling of sun on his skin better than raindrops.

For so long I have been suffocating,
in a world where no amount of oxygen
could ever ease my pain
I have tried time and time again to
fit in, to please, to belong somewhere
I was never wanted in the first place
and it is this excruciatingly vast effort
to be something, someone I am not
that has not only suffocated me, but it
has stifled and stunted my growth.
I was always trying to build something
beneath someone else’s weight and
I kept crumbling, but now it’s different.
I was trying to push my way through the
pavement, but instead I put down roots
in field I better belong.