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 Jun 2014 McKenna Christine
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I HEARD SOMEWHERE THAT THE LIFESPAN OF BUTTERFLIES IS ONLY A COUPLE OF MONTHS BUT IT'S BEEN ALMOST 7 AND I'M PRETTY SURE THE ONES RESIDING IN MY STOMACH ARE YET TO PASS THEIR STAGES OF YOUTH
The sensations can be unbearable,
When you are so far away..
I reach out to grasp your hand,
Nothing to save..

How I long to hold your hand,
To kiss your lips.
To be mated forever,
Under one final push..

My dear,
Its unbearable to wait,
But I will prevail..
Waiting for that day,
To meet face to face..
Something struck my heart and made me teary eyed..
The most effective way to poison
is to shoot straight through the heart
and
Cupid has been doing a fine job so far.
Lie
Today I told someone that I have dignity and self worth...I lied
I have nothing but hate
I catch a glimpse of skin,
Smooth and untouched,
As her shirt rides up
Revealing an expanse of milky surface
And I get an itch to bite it, mark it,
Watch red blossom up and out
Spreading underneath the layer.


I avert my gaze when she speaks,
Tune out the noise,
As my mind wanders back , imagining
A kiss upon the reddened patch
On her hipbone, the contrast
Sharp and painful
Enough to draw out a hiss


Only to transform into a sigh,
At the caress of my tongue,
Shy strokes tracing
The imprint left by my teeth:
A possessive act, marking
My territory.


The shimmer beneath your gaze,
As I return from my fool's paradise
Makes me wonder if you know,
And I wait
For you call me on it,
To reach out, or
Turn away in disgust.


But you don't,
And I am left
Disappointed, suspended,
Still waiting
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