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Nov 2014 · 865
Shredded.
Porcelainwings Nov 2014
People think I’m doing better
And in some ways they’re right
What I'm getting better at
Is how to conceal a fight.

Those inner demons
Still torment me,
Devouring my soul,
But on the outside,
I am happy
Deception  is my goal.

I shan't let you know
you seem so soothed
to see me performing better
To actually see and realize
My soul is getting shredded
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
my body is my temple
Porcelainwings Nov 2014
My body is my temple
And it is filled with smoke
Dark delirious desires
I cannot stop to choke
Dysfunctional beliefs
So deep within my soul
Searching for love
To fill a pitch black hole
Nov 2014 · 865
How we lost our minds
Porcelainwings Nov 2014
Oh how we lost our minds
When we fell in love that night
I don’t want to put up a fight
But things went really wrong this time.
I will remember the good times too
But I’m really glad we’re through.
Nov 2014 · 1.2k
A thousand reasons
Porcelainwings Nov 2014
There are a thousand reasons
Why someone might be broken
Some of them are hard to bear,
And most remain unspoken.
If you want me to strip my guards,
Get into my world-
And maybe you’ll find a piece of truth
That can’t be sharpened or blurred –
Yet you may think It’s absurd.
Nov 2014 · 921
She
Porcelainwings Nov 2014
She
When he holds me,
I feel secure
A constant in this everchanging world
That allows me to exist –
But when she holds me,
My spirit flies high,
And she gives me all the inspiration
I need to be –

And when he kisses me,
I feel  unity and tender love,
But when she kisses me,
The caterpillars in my body
Break free and form something beautiful,
something new.

And when he’s gone,
I miss the constancy of being loved
Rather than I miss him,
But when she’s gone
I miss all the overwhelming feelings we shared
More than I miss her.

And when we make love,
He makes me experience
A great lust with a great desire
But when she makes love to me-
My imagination is running wild
An exciting fantasy
And  everything in this world
Seems to be designed only for us.

*I’m drunk on her while he tries to cure me
Nov 2014 · 790
Stolen childhood
Porcelainwings Nov 2014
There are marks on my body
that don’t fade with the bruises
A broken spirit can’t be healed by stitches,
And as much as I want to pull myself together
You relentlessly haunt me in my dreams
And waking up, screaming, I do realize
The pain is long gone,
But your deeds cannot be undone.

You stole my childhood,
But that’s okay, you can keep it –
All I want is for you to be gone.

— The End —