#dependance
My bones became the
benches for the feeble.
A sparrow’s flight could
Take me off my numbness.
At least my bones are not
That brittle.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
You told me
(As I laughed at you for
Your draining phone memory)
That you have 7,936 images
Because you photograph everything
You fear losing.
I can't help but notice
In all our 2,190 days
You never took a photo of me,
Once;
I suppose there isn't room
In your memory
For me.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Pick me up
In pieces
Organise my every scrape
Across your bathroom floor
And clean me
Wash off all my imperfections
Rinse away my every fear
Then warm me up on love
And lay me in your bed
Guard over me tonight
As I fall asleep to the sound
Of your lips
Whispering sweet kisses
To my healing skin
Make me forget I even
Wanted to take care of myself
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
We've reached that point
Where we depend on alchohol
To have a good time
It's just a given thing
I'm not complaining
But is it that any different
To a drug?
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
I know of this magic elixir
That will take away all of your pain
It’ll take you to comfier places
And I swear you won’t feel anything.
At least that’s what they told her.
I know of this magic elixir
That’ll burn in your mouth
And sizzle on your tongue
And it’ll sting like bile at the back of your throat
But it’ll only hurt for a little, just a little
I promise.
So she swallowed the fire
And let it burn bright
Mistaking it’s warmth
For the warmth of sunlight
Until all she had left
Were these heavy black coals in her gut
That weighed her down
Until she lit those embers
And she could fly again.
But after a while it didn’t stop burning,
And she didn’t stop hurting;
And her insides were charred,
And black and scarred
And when she told them the pain
Was too much to bear,
They scoffed,
“There’s no such thing as magic”.
I know of this poisonous toxin
That’ll burn away all of your pain
Until your insides are charred
And beginning to rot
Then I swear you’ll feel everything.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
Closer than my jugular vein, you flow
through sacred passages until you reach
the part of me where everything resides.
You tap into my nerves. My firmament
gives way to you, and I melt into your
depths, the one place where I can feel secure.
I mediate on you, and I can feel
your warmth radiate through me, until we're
glowing like embers on a wind-chilled night.
We make a pretty good team, you and I.
Let's stay together a while longer,
just until I can get back on my feet.
Hold me close, in your smothering embrace;
I'll wash my hands in you, and be absolved.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC