i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again

Cut me
Deep skilled strokes soothing my pain
Push me
Beat me down till i have no will to live
Or love me
Hold me close
Tell me everything will be alright
Do what you please
But please don't toy with me
or i will toy with you

If you were a flower
You’d have Razor sharp leaves
Dark-crimson petals
And a small bitter seed
If you were the only kind of flower in the field
I’m certain the honeybees would rather starve  
then land on your pedals to feed
then spread your poisonous powder
Then give rise to your seed
If you were a flower i’d never go outside
But your not a flower
And i'm not a bee

Feelings don't drip from my lips like honey
Its hard for me to talk
Id rather be stung a hundred times
Then tell you my deepest thoughts
I'm a hive of negative mindsets
pain trapped in a hundred unbreakable locks
When I try to take them off even I can get lost
So I keep them hidden
I'm just not in the mood
Feelings don't drip like honey but stay in my throat like glue

it burns like the scorching sun
His hand against my waist
a brand seared upon my skin
Intense, satisfying
come to me
soul split open; vulnerable
a freshly opened flower
delicate sense
all sensibility gone
ravished, torn
tucked in a pocket
still burning with desire
at the edges of
~chaos~