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Persephone Salix Nov 2018
i miss you
but i shouldn't
you are no good for me
and i have scars to prove it

but once again
my mind slips back to you
and your sweet relief
your sweet metallic kiss

you hurt me
but i love it
because its better to hurt
than to be numb
Persephone Salix Nov 2018
i'll dissolve
like that acid
on your tongue
as you saturate me
in your lies

i'll burn
like that joint
in your mouth
when you can't look
me in the eyes

and you will sting
from the slaps
you never got
each time you
made me cry
Persephone Salix Nov 2018
a thread
was snagged
a long
time ago

ive been
unravelling
ever since
am i too far gone?
Persephone Salix Mar 2018
'Infatuation!' I chuckled, 'Yes infatuation!'
Only this and a longing
Enchantment - enchantment - enchantment!

Much I marvelled this melancholy worldliness
Eagerly I looked for the fairy tale
And gently you came to me

That moment my soul grew mythic
In there stepped a mystic hopefulness
I was an eagerness and you, a daydream

You became the object of my admiration
Thoughts always wander to your irreplaceable light
Reciprocation made my heart burgeon
Persephone Salix Mar 2018
A dynamic character
Is what they'd call me
If my life was a book

A love interest
Is what they'd call you
If my life was a book

Rising action
Is what they'd call this
If my life was a book

The ******
Is what they'd call what happens next
If my life was a book

A heartbreaker
Is what they call me
And my life isn't a book

Heartbreak
Could be what happens next
And my life isn't a book

So

A happy ending
Is what I hope for
But may not get

Because my life
Is not
A book
i hope i don't hurt her;
i hope she doesn't hurt me
Persephone Salix Mar 2018
On that day my soul grew drunk
The cooked curiosity craving
The passion never slaving
I crave the ******, sick spirit

Instead I uncovered the affinity
The vehemence smiled
What could there be more purely piled?
I crave the temptress, thirsty thing

Suddenly, I heard some feeling
My ambition, I could not awaken
While I pondered, bibulous and forsaken
I crave the tippling, touched target

— The End —