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bk May 2019
It's just that my life is so crazy
and when I am with you,
everything I am dealing with
seems to explode into tiny particles.

But now that you have left me,
my life has gone mad again
and I just need you
so that everything could slow down for a second.

I crave the calmness you give my soul.

B.K.
Ava Courtney May 2019
I was your sugar rush,
You craved me for a short amount of time.
Begging me
Asking me
To give you more
You devoured my love.
You tasted my lips,
The lips you said tasted like brown sugar.
I was always on your mind
My warm honey colored body
And my brown sugar lips
You craved my curls.
My dark brown eyes
Everything…

But eventually your craving ended
You no longer begged me
And asked me
You became too full
The hunger you had for me went away
You told me you desire something “Healthier”
Something “better”
Our love was sweet
Maybe too sweet
And sometimes too much sweetness
Can make you sick.
Mehek May 2019
The emptiness did not swallow me today
it was normalcy in which I lay
life seemed possible today,
the black hole in me had no sway.
.
.
.
Mehek
In short, I was happy
By M Apr 2019
I don't crave love
I don't crave hate
I don't crave joy
I don't crave innocence
I don't crave what makes others seem so...
human

All I crave is peace
Queen Bee Apr 2019
I lie here with you.
On my mind.
Your touch.
Your hold.
Your grasp.
Being in your arms.
Is all I crave.
The touch of comfort.
You always gave.
Kellin Apr 2019
A swiss army knife in an unwelcoming God toolbox is how I would describe myself
Versatile but cheap.
Not profound at anyone thing.
Illusionism of quantity that is mistaken for quality
Many books started but never finished
A vast resume both musical and medical
Many half played sheet music
Many diplomas full of emptiness
If started but never finished adventures could be considered hoarding I would be the sickest on earth.
The addiction of rebirth, restarting, and creation swallow me whole
Me the addict of wanting to live many lifetimes
I am the backspace bar of life
The blank sheet of paper on an empty desk resting beside a newly sharpened pencil
This, the description of the feeling I so desperately crave- absolutism

My shakey addict hands hunger for words like; blank, clean, fresh

These fuel my unhealthy obsession for second chances
Kenji King Mar 2019
>Stained on the lips, as you bite your lip hard, the blood drips, the taste of metal against your tongue.... sacrificial blood as the passion awakens...

<My body yours to the soul I give
Blood feeding into our veins
Drinking from my cup
O' holy grail
Fill you up
Can you ******* pain

>Feeding on my my insides, my body yearns for the touch. I feed onto your pain, as you unleash your burdens onto me, I feel your touch soaking deeper onto mine, I crave your sensuality, your erotica got me feelin' weak

<The words you never speak seeping in my skin
Holding all inside sharing love and sin
I feel you
I know you
You writhe in serpents hive
Let's wind back the dangers
Let us  **** and thrive
Beneath Hell we shall dive

>**** harder as we thrive deeper in sin,  I feel you inside of me rushing through my veins, like electricity shocking through my nervous system... I try to hold on to the thought of you, but it rushes through me like a flash, I forget you, then it's done.
A collab written by me and Kate Rebecca Hopwood.
< Kate
> Me
lila Mar 2019
you were my medicine
but now im overdosing
straight to the brain
when i take you in
doses so large people wonder
how im not dead yet

and my friends are in my ear
screaming, crying, reminding me
that all you caused was hurt
but your love was just so blinding

maybe our love was laced
because darling, im high on you
and youre high on me
our romance became chemical

****, u were my medicine
and now im overdosing
everytime you go
it leaves me jonesing
for one more hit
the sweet sensation of acidic touch
i couldnt afford to believe in
such thing as too much
euphoria

the sting, the drip, the pain
the energy i get
only lasts a fleeting moment
so i crave something harder

my need for pain
became insatiable
i dont know if im capable
of staying sober  
3/26/2019
starstrike Mar 2019
Your words
birth butterflies
in my stomach
But my anxiety
is pesticide
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