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took a dive and hit the deep end again

oh, where did it all go wrong?
(where did it all go wrong?)

it’s hard to pinpoint, or start,
i caused so many problems

(i feel so hollow)

all i know is destruction is my adrenaline
and

i don’t want the high to ever end.

i don’t want to feel.
i don’t want to heal.

so give me the fix, and let’s pretend,

because all i’ve got is sink or swim,
survive, and hold on,

because this wire has frayed,
split apart

and took a nosedive
headfirst into the heart.

oh, where did it all go wrong?

i took a chance, now star-crossed

the fire in me, once strong,
sways and flickers,
before going dark.

oh, where did it all go wrong?

the wires are crossed,
the messages aren’t clear
and

habits die hard.

the question is whether i can quit this

or will i dive headfirst
into my own sins?

clouded by judgment, lost within,

can’t say i didn’t give my all.

i just find it easier
just to give in.
Spooky whispers tonight
And mystery surrounds
The dark night and the
Riddles are left
Unsolved tonight.
A Riddle
Styles 1d
Tonight, that longing is a hunger,
A missing piece of my soul calling me back
Styles 1d
Last night,
As my touch me her skin,
I discovered a desire I never knew I had.
Styles 1d
The fragrance of her essence
Dances upon my senses.
Her desire stirs;
as do I.
Styles 1d
I part the sheets,
Softly, as if unveiling a sacred truth.
Your skin, a canvas of devotion,
I trace each line, worshiping every inch,
A believer reborn in the grace of your touch.
Styles 1d
In shadows cast,
fingers roam,
Tracing lines on skin and bone.
Sheets part like sacred tides,
Reverence felt in love's confines.

A surge,
a gasp,
a whispered plea,
In the dark, desire set free.
To touch, to feel, in passion's blaze,
Lost in the fervor of love's embrace.
Styles 1d
In shadows deep,
where whispers dwell,
Fingers trace, like ink in a spell.
On ribs exposed, secrets unfurl,
A dance of touch, in passion's swirl.

Parting sheets, like sanctified rites,
Skin worshiped under moonlit nights.

A surge of wonder, hearts converge,
In silent pleas, desires emerge.
To be adored, in moments tender,
Lost in the reverie of love's splendor.
Ann P 2d
I hate
the way my heart clenching
the way myself benching

I hate
how I let myself to fall
just to catch the ball

I hate
myself
for
letting me
fall in love
once again

or
perhaps
I just hate love?
19
18 kisses on your lips, and one in your cheek;
As your two eyes look up from resting on the 17 muscles that comprise my shoulder.
I think of you three times and hour, every 16 hours I grow older,
Every one of my 15 glances of you make all four chambers of my heart weak.

Let every finger from my hand caress you for the next two weeks.
Let every single word of this sentence kiss you half a dozen times.
Let every note on the music scale sing 12 romantic songs that rhyme,
Because in every phase of the moon, like the Apollo that landed, it is you I seek.

My love for you is a logarithmic fact,
having as many lives as a mischievous cat.
For my 19th anniversary. Every line adds up to 19.
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