i wonder if you see the fear in my eyes when you show me your love in hopes that i will compromise, but i know i am not enough. so instead i shove your face between my thighs in hopes that, that will be enough. because you see my dear, no love lives here can you smell the fear? can you taste it? as i open my legs for you? as i lie in a bed for you you? as my body begs for you?
she was thinking again about the seams in her legs the stitches and weeping. it terrified her the blood gushing out torn skin the flavor of pain her eyes were locked open and she stared at the seams tears pouring from her sewed-open eyes she sits on her pile of ashes her blood mixing making a muddy paste that crusts on her eyelashes her bruised cuts growing on her flesh opening and reopening maggots gnawing on her body eating the remnants of flesh and she stares.
today love looks like closing out a chapter and starting brand new. love looks like dancing into happy and taking the necessary deep breaths to get there, like leaving you beautiful, but knowing there is more than that waiting for me. knowing that I am more than that and I am waiting for me. love today looks like legs for days gracing this earth. vocals for miles hitting all the wrong notes in the worst beautiful way. but nothing is more freeing than dancing in t-shirt and ******* singing songs with words both made for feeling high and simply feeling. i’m singing through this chapter and i won’t come back to wait for you.
today love looks like a full body scrub. lips and face included. all traces of anything not alive being removed. all traces of anything not meant to be here gone. feeling softer, more free, but no closer to ridding this body of you. these lips of you, these legs of you. I’d clean this heart of you if there were something made for messes there.
what i long for are those lips, to take long, slow, and passionate sips. to caress your rough, worn face. as you play around with lace, both our legs intertwine under the covers, as you and i mold into one another as lovers
They’ve taken my arms, Taken my legs, Taken my eyes, Taken my head, Taken my mind. Now I am just a vegetable. An armless, Legless, Eyeless, Headless, Mindless freak! Left to rot and decay, While I can still feel it all slipping away.
