The fading sunset and the moon cry
for their spot in the sky
Yet they still lack what I see in your eyes.

"Your eyes are my weakness"

I see right through you
Exploit the fact you're blind without me

"Your scent is my pronesness"

My humanly aroma can turn you off
So I mask it with axe after shave and Gucci guilty cologne even when we home

"Your lips are my vulnerability"

I understand when you ramble on you want me to grab you by the face and kiss you like our first date.
It reminds you why you fell in the first place.

"Your hair is my susceptibility"

So like Samson let Delilah cut it off. A man of God blinded by she who he called his third wife. Became a weak for sin so legs I grabbed like pillars and let them fall on me.

"Your touch is my humility"

I know where to feel to bring you back to me. The power of being your first and only. As my hands run through your body like a ship in an ocean.

"Your lust is my inferiority"

Bring you to your knees when the tides are high. Tell you that I love you right before I....

"Your love is my superiority"

Cheat. The fact that I know you love me gives power to the lies I feed... you. Stories I tell that can't be disproved even if you looked well.

Love blinds the eyes, since one thinks with the ***** that beats. Led by impulse all it does is repeat. Witness my parents split after 25. For the last ten only kissed on New Year and valentine's.
Why we live a lie, we can fall in and out of love over night. So I rather lay with you her, and her in these hotel sheets and avoid being heart broke like my father is. Smelling like great *** guided by lust. Is what a good stroke does.

It is snowing today...
How fitting.
You came in and took me like a blizzard,
Left me in awe,
Blew me around,
Showed me your love,
And I showed you mine.

But you blew away, left.
Remnants of you remain,
Clean,
Pure,
Beautiful.
Then, contaminated,
Polluted,
And finally,
Gone.

My hands died slowly,
with blood vessels surrendering
to the chill.  They turned grey, yellow, lavender,
dusky. Dusky, like the sun had been setting
for hours and I only just realized it.
Pills made them pink again,
but I can’t help but notice
you flex your fingers after we shake.
A cold grip doesn’t suit you

yet. Gloves on, or else I’ll hold the
palm over a light bulb in the bathroom
before running it along his spine.
Blood thinned out to
water, bouquets of nerve

endings wilted.  I lost a piece
of each pinky promise, the weight
of a wedding-band.  Flipping the bird
at the catcallers carries one joint less
meaning, and I have trouble
getting to the point. As I
brush my thumb along my lover’s
wrist, back and forth and back
and forth, I only feel the holes.

have you ever noticed how beautiful blood is?
like when you get cut
it gushes and spills everywhere
I cant seem to find the words
like when you slam the knife
after watching it gleaming and shining
into you
What now?
well I could do so much to hurt
to give pain
but no one really cares
and I cant seem to give a ****
what anyone thinks
what anyone feels
because I cant seem to think
to feel
right now
I feel lost.....
or do I?
idk
its done
its gone
I'm alone
atleast I think I am.....
or can I?
can I think and feel?
yet not at the same time?
can anyone answer me?
I am tired.... and gone
I know I have someone.....
but we are far apart....
I am helpless
I am......
Idk anymore....
I just need someone that can understand.....
but they'd need to know me first......
Know my life.
my mind.... that scary place,
my mind is a trap,
a thing of death and scary things,
the things you thought only existed at night
into the dark corners being shadowed
but no
*I am the scariest monster you'll ever meet