#infactuation
She was another heartless soul
wondering around waiting,
waiting for a love that would save her
from her imprisonment.
Deep, dead, shackled and hopeless
he had her captured,
another skeleton in the graveyard of the hearts he stole.
She was in love with a demon
in all his evil ways she couldn't stay away
she was a feign, for the pain
addicted to this love laced in cyanide.
He knew his power, consciously poisoning her spirit, stealing her innocence and manipulating her mind...
Breeze ©
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
I try to tell myself everything I do is not for you
My life it revolves
The sun the stars the moon
I stand before the mirror trying to see myself clearer
Tears morph my body’s shape
Blurred like spilled paint
I whisper, “I hate you” as I stare at my face
I can’t breathe, so faster I try
Lightheaded vision, gagging, wanting to die
But the most I do is cry.
I drift lonely, lonely for you
You’re my depression, you’re my muse
Self hatred claims my compass,
So I follow it into the forest
And loathe your loving,
It infects me like fungus
Now I’m lost and scared
Inside my brain, you inject your lethal stain
I follow you on your path of wonder till I collapse
Exhaustion, pain, death, relapse
I idolize you and your flaws
How you seem so free
While around me forms a mist of misery
A clouded conscious with what I made you my life
Now I hate everything that I am,
And nothing’s right
Unmotivated, unsure
I allow you to engulf me; careless for a cure
I know what I’m doing but I don’t know who I am
Still on my knees I pray to you,
The blood slain of my own lamb.
My addiction to your presence has forced me to beg for more
I don’t know why I can’t end this war.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
I fell in love with the morning
how you stumbled out of bed
when you first woke up
and how your eyes groaned with exhaustion.
The way your hands grasped my hipbones
while your lips stole the ending of my sentences.
Everyday with you felt like a month of Sunday mornings
with white bed sheets and lazy smiles.
That same morning, I fell in love with
the coffee shop down the street
and the way your asked for your coffee.
The ride home from your house
made me remember what Monday mornings felt like...
Somewhere in between falling
in love with our midnight conversations
that were exhaled through cigarette breaths,
interrupted by coffee stains,
and reading the love notes you had
written on my flesh,
I realized...
I am in love with the presence
of your words
and the feel of your existence...
But I am not in love with you...
Breeze ©
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
It's funny how the feeling in your chest can be intertwined with the intense feeling of passionate love and the feeling of ultimate death
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
Believed in his love making me sweet
Never knowing it was filled with lust
And only lust...
Closed my eyes in his love making me blind
Never knowing it was filled with lust
And only lust...
Shared me for his love making me pride
Never knowing it was filled with lust
And only lust...
Left me in his thoughts making me sick
Never knowing it was just lust
And only lust...
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 11:10 AM UTC
*Within this
proximity
is my still life.
The silent
homecoming.
Beyond this
brutal chatter.
I could hold
you down
under my breath.
Then in one long
exhale of you
release a reluctant sigh.*
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
her soft lips
were my pillows
to keep me safe
cushions of
the night
her eyes pull me in
ever so alluring
enchant me
lost forever in her
changing world
im the words she wishes
to write
i am the pain she feels at night
alone in the light
i am the melodies
she wishes to hear
the love she wishes to
feel
the lust her heart
keeps
the infatuations
she seeks
i am the daydream
she live in
i am her alternate realities
she creates
i am the thing she wishes
to have
and the ones she never had
(b.d.s.)
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC