unbelievable cries
indescribable squealing
torturing, tumbling, free-wheeling
through an endless dark demise

a hole in the world!

There’s nothing safe about your affection
when it’s followed by your sheets
strangled round my neck,
begging & pleading.
For the love of god stop eating.
You’re attracted to perfection
and it’s pretty ******* ******
if you ask me.

What flaws of yours can I have?
Or could I even have my own?
But if you hate me now like I hate myself
then I’d be better off alone.
And I’ll probably dump your stupid ***
over something not worth fighting for
but I’ll live through hell for 3 more years
if you say that you love me more
than that ******* *****
you were crushing on for 6 months
though I doubt she’ll ever give you a rub
I know you’ll always want one.

wherever she goes she shakes the earth
screaming echoes down the hall
feed me! feed me!
whipping a storm of hair & terror.
she makes you feel belittled, battered,
like you never really mattered,
until her hungry eyes feasted upon your subservience.
my scariest, hairiest lady.
my dearest, fearless child.
she doesn’t need nobody
unless she wants somebody.
kagome, monarch of her mother’s smile.

I am on a journey
with mostly unknown destinations
but I know that with every step
I will guide myself in becoming
an exceedingly finer version of me.
I am forging a path
where the fruits of my future
eclipse the poisons of my past.

your green eyes can’t deny
the lies that lie behind
every little compliment
was slander in disguise
your green eyes cannot hide
what’s going on inside
poems wheedling from your lips
taste more like mythic alibis

if i traced the outline of your tattoo
underneath my fingertips
could that be my excuse?
to feel your skin
and make your senses
tremor at my touch.
would that be too much?
would you call that love?

The mind is a kettle.
When the world burns her *** a little too hot
she gets heated; steams & screams.
Yeah, it comes off aggressive
but all this means
is she’s ready to spill the tea.

What are we having tonight?
Soothing sleepytime
or a green caffeine?
That depends…
Does the kettle ponder patiently?
You can’t rush a good brew!
Achieving quality bitterness is time consuming.
The longer she steeps, the stronger the truth.