Oh and my dear how I could love you
*but will you allow me

my father is a blind man.
heavy drooping lids with even heavier dripping blood.

i am his failure that was only good at one thing.
swimming past the others.

and maybe i'm not the perfect daughter;
maybe you weren't expecting the *** or drugs or parties or ****** language,
but ******* for acting like it meant i was dead.

you do not own me.
you will not write my eulogy when i finally succeed after failed attempts.
you will not say how i had a beautiful heart and YOUR sense of humor.
i will write my own goodbye letter.
and yes, maybe every i love you feels like a swallowed, searing coal.
and yes, maybe my signature at the bottom of the loos-leaf sheet of blood-stained paper will remind you to acknowledge your two other children, and stop saying that i am your favorite.
i am not your favorite.
you should be willing to stay for a favorite.

so leave me the **** alone
to bleed in peace.

Regrets are nonexistent reflections
Of possibilities
That were never actually possible

They say that hell is an eternity
Of fire and damnation
But at 4 AM
When sleep eludes my advances,
It only sounds like the description of my own mind

Life is temptation,
Temptation beckons coyly
With the promise of heaven often
And I've got nothing
But a come-hither smile
And fragments of fragile lace left

The best you'll ever be able to do is look
But
Never
Fully
Taste

I am much too far from redemption
But consequences,
Fail to prevent your inevitable fall

Seldom have I ever felt remorse for my lack of "grace"

© 2014 Peach

You’re my entire universe. I see you in every single star. Every single planet.

2. I don’t need you but I want you so much that I can barely breathe.

3. Please stop smoking cigarettes.

4. Come to bed.

5. I wasn’t afraid of dying until I met you.

6. You’re mine. If I could tattoo tastes, I’d get your coffee soaked lips stained onto my tongue. I don’t care how much it would hurt. I want to swallow you down with everything I touch.

7. You’re a wildfire.

8. I feel you in my fingertips.

9. I can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re here, pressed up against me, intertwined with me, so close that I feel the blood flowing through your veins, I’m still finding ways to get you closer.

10. I’d sit through some horrible french film without subtitles for a few hours if it meant getting to accidentally brush my knee against yours.

I can feel this pain of loneliness
When I am left alone by you
No chat became interesting
No music made me comfortable
No sleep made me relax
No season made me entertain
But you are the one
Who made me comfort
Who caught my interest
Who made me entertain