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Revenant Feb 2014
Your breath burnt like a white hot jealous lover's rage against my very core as you peppered love-drunk kisses down my neck.
What lust we found tucked away in the secret, undiscovered places of our hearts where lover nor stranger had dared trod.
You silenced my thoughts and electrified my mind with things no one could ever comprehend.
You sent raging shocks through my spine, and made shudders and sighs erupt from my mouth like none other.
What a pitiful thing it was for you to let me slip away.
Rather, what a disgrace it was for you to trade me for poison.

Selfish.
Lies Cut Short Jun 2014
I like the way
Your breath feels
On my neck

I wish that I
Could feel it
Again
Dark Holes Jun 2014
Fuzzy ol' neck beard
Tips his jaunty fedora
Self proclaimed nice guy
Scatts May 2014
there's a lot of holes in my life
for example

my waist takes as little space as possible;
a curve is formed in each side
in order to be fitted by
somebody's hands

and i would like them to be your hands

between every bone of my spine
there's a little pause pretending to shape
a path long enough to be toured by
somebody's fingers

and i would like them to be your fingers

when i stretch my neck i find
angles in my collarbones
a piece of architecture to be traced by
somebody's mouth

and i would like it to be your mouth

but your hands hold the curves of other waist
and your fingers wander other road
and your mouth traces the lines of other architecture

and i have all of these holes

and there's a hole in my bed
and i would like to have two
princess May 2014
it hit me without a warning, until i noticed this hole in my chest,
i realized quickly you gave me this
it used to be stitch shut,
but i now see all  my insecurities, and all the things that
i'm ashamed of and every broken memory
that i kept hidden in the back of my closet,
this sorrow keeps wrapping up
like a noose around my neck, and
i am just waiting till you come along and
kick the stool away
ilina286 May 2014
So i became an addict
Drug addict
You were my drug
And you were my end.
Everytime my lips touched yours
I was a step closer to the death
Everytime i breathed near you
I was left without a breath.
I still feel your lips on mine
I still feel your smell on my neck
I still feel your hands on my head.
And i still feel the loneliness
That i am feeling from the night you went away.
I just miss something i never had.
I steel myself against their glares
Everyone is watching me
I can feel the crowd surge around me
Everyone is watching
Everyone can see me
I duck my head
I look at my hands
Keep walking
There are so many people now
They're pressing in from all sides
I try to move away
But I'm trapped
Loud chatter fills my ears
They're talking
They're talking about me
A little girl is singing a song
A young woman is sipping her coffee
An elderly man watched me with concern
I see my building
I ignore the stares
I bat away the hands grabbing at me
I don't know what they want
I break into a run
I've pushed someone down
This was a bad idea
I know it was
I shouldn't have come
Why are they after me?
Why are they staring?
I breathe a sigh of relief
I'm in the lobby
It's empty
The elevator doors slide open
And he's there
He's waiting for me
His eyes are understanding
He knows how to fix it
I'm clawing at my neck
I feel their stares imprinted on me
He wraps me in his arms
And whispers sweet nothings
You're safe
I'm safe
Next time I'll go with you
*Next time...
Fear comes in many forms. It manifests itself in many ways. I'm afraid of people. I am afraid of crowds. I am afraid.
Paris May 2014
When you have b.p.d you can't really control your emotions.
Everything hits you like a wave.
And you can't take it all in because
It's exactly like being hit by a wave.
You panic, and try to grab hold of
The ground to keep you from going
Deeper but your grip loosen and the next thing you know you're neck deep.
Borderline personality disorder (b.p.d)
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
The iron drips from my fingers.
The man gives out a yell.
The child launches, she launches at me.
Sadly her launch had failed.
I chuckled at her, with no pity.
Her frightened face, what a laugh.
The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for.
After all,
he was a bad man.
It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact.
The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then,
maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die.
I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh.
“Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged.
“You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed.
Your idol has done so many bad things,
now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery,
in a place which this blind man cannot see.
She fell to the ground befalling her tears.
This was the end of her happy years.
What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life?
Reality is sharp, just like a knife.
I laughed at the fact I took his life,
with just one swing of my most dull scythe.
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