I have so much love to give
But no one finds it as a gift.
I'm cursed to hurt in loneliness,
People only care when I bare my skin.
When I peel it off so they can see within,
They run away into the forest of The Vain.
And my veins ache for the comfort of a blade,
So I can control the pain that everyone gave-
That everyone gives.
Day by day, this is where I live
In the solitude that rejection emits
Look past my skin, look past my curves
Look into my eyes and see that it hurts.

Why can't anyone accept me
Unless I bare everything
Except my thoughts, ideas, and feelings
The whole essence of my being?
I'm just another body,
To be used and then forgotten.

-SLuR

Pick me apart like cotton,
***** my heart and wear it thin.
I blossom decayed and rotten,
In these fields of love that you have forgotten.
I grow out dry, and shriveled
My roots are veins that carry toxin.
Leaves are born curled and brittle,
Cleanse me with rain, so that I may soften.
Slowly pick me apart like cotton.
Pick me apart, slowly, like cotton.
Pick me slowly apart like cotton.
Running around; endless exhaustion.

My stem, bends, tired and weak
Pluck me up so that I may sleep.

-SLuR

You used to greet me in the mornings with your cozy, loving warmth,
Clutched inside your gentle talons I was nothing but a helpless worm.
I want you to devour me completely with all of your thoughts,
Let me squirm and get lost in the things that make you up.

Your words are dipped in lust when they were once coated in sugary dust
But greedy time just had to come along and lick all that sweetness off,
Just my luck, life knows I like it rough; that’s why he leaves my heart bruised:
So I know when I’ve been ******, and used up- thrown away like an abused toy.
Oh boy, but how you make my heart quake like it craves to destroy its cage.
Devastate me completely, and I’ll search the ruins for a crumb of your sincere love
I promise I’ll find it here, just give me another second, day, or year;
For me to never realize that something that wasn’t there can’t disappear.
I miss the days when you’d swear I was a woman woven from dreams,
How you called me precious like you were guarding the ring to our fantasy marriage,
But now my words disparage any notion that I could every carry your hand in my own.
You used to roam my mind in pleasant visions during sleep
Now I’m left with nightmares on repeat, why’d it have to be me?
Cursed with these deeply rooted feelings that make me think of you when I’m lonely,
Which is always, I still want for you to hold me and make love to me harsh, yet slowly.
I can feel us steadily leaving as the credits on the screen start depleting
But I’m too scared to muster up the monster called Goodbye.
I want you in my life, though you’ll never be mine.
I’ll sit in the sidelines if you promise to say “Hi”,
If I ever pass by your mind.
But that’s unlikely,
Right?

-SLuR

My sadness is closer
to the surface, I can feel it
tugging at my mind
but my gut won't budge
and all else is quiet.

All I can hear is my own
lonesome heartbeat
as I wonder
whether it's possible
to die of a broken heart.

I don't know why I'm sad,
I have so much to live for
but I set the bar too high.
Guess my cardio isn't
what it should be.

*Guess we could blame
the N-Ethylhexedrone,
Hexen does seem to pressure that *****.

Your body gets used to the poison.

If I hid your name in every poem, would you notice me then,
Or should I scrape your veins as I trace these words with my pen?
Could I erase all the mistakes that appear when my hands shake,
Or would I just smudge the ink into a more noticeable stain?
I wish I knew terms that could shatter your mind blind,
So, when you hold me in your eyes that little voice won’t reply
“Good try; Better luck next time. Take five, for the rest of your life.”

-SLuR