My nails dig
into the skin on my arms
when I let myself think over what you've become to me:
your eyes are the needles I stick everywhere into my veins,
viciously, selfishly, fiendishly,
begging you look me over, once, twice, thousands of times in all the unused, neglected spaces.
I yearn to inject everything, anything you have the grace and generosity to grant unto me--
to shoot up and float away--
so that as your love pulses through my bloodstream and dilates my pupils I can revel in the explosion of sensation and sentiment that has too long lain dormant in the chambers of my heart.
Your voice puts shivers down my spinal column, drawing with the softest touch a line from its base
to the baby hairs at my neck,
It churns the contents of my abdomen slowly,
the intense heat
creeping
in a motion like the currents within the core of the Earth:
liquid heat rising,
cooling, falling, heating,
rising again--
a cycle by which ignites a white-hot fire from the depth of my being by which no other soul has managed to awaken before yours.
I'm so
terribly, helplessly, uncontrollably
addicted to you, my Darling.
You've become quite the drug to my ever-craving palate of desires,
and to go too long a time without that appeasement, the undeniably luxurious romantic gratification by which you so masterfully exude
for me
is to refuse the dregs their drugs
and I cannot fall into withdrawal again.
My nails dig
into the skin 'round my head
tearing out hair
because I've gone mad over you.

Her hands are made of sandpaper, and her eyes they look like fear;
And the fragility of her porcelain heart is a sign that death is near.

The demons in the form of thought pick apart her empty mind.
They leave her on the roadside, where she is left, deaf, dumb and blind.

Screaming for redemption from her swollen, dry, cracked lips;
In an act of desperation, she starts to sway her paper hips.

With only one thing left to give, she has nothing left to lose;
She raffles off her body for feeble cash and sketchy *****.

And the wrinkles on her face are tiny riverbeds for tears;
Urban camouflage of leather skin and dried up makeup smears.

I'll Never Stop Loving You

I feel this hurt thats deep inside
That I hide so others wont see
I say words pretending that I dont care
When I know you're the world to me

I listen to others as they call you names
And I try to see their point of view
Still somehow I know deep in my heart
I'll never stop loving you

It was a promise to God to forever be
But now I walk this path alone
I fill the void and loneliness
With others who come and go

Time will heal is what they say
And I must find that someone new
I can heal my heart and let go of the pain
But I'll never stop loving you

*Carl Joseph Roberts