#long-term
Not the first, nor hundredth view inside.
Masks forgotten with departed boundaries,
Tied through inner worlds and silenced words;
Stripped. Of everything but a shadowed view of depth.
With this, a fall into bottomless fragility.
A glittering lock of unknown vulnerability;
A naked tether. Souls on show.
An illuminance playing in purity below.
Outlines blurred of who, or what, we are,
With memories brought ashore in tidal waves.
After learning to float, succumb to the intricate sway
Of days spent glimpsing our reality.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
I rather not talk
I do not stop to think why I just ***** you
All I know is that my shins are made of stone and my feet feel white hot
This bed is a sanctuary, a resting place for my soul after a dreadful forge that hammers me alive. Drops of myself have leaked into the furnace I live out as working days
You look straight at the other end of the wall
waiting for me to catch myself
I know only how soft you are and nothing else matters.
You were glad before I touched you
A sorry is locked inside its jail and the steel bars of yearning has its keyhole, but my other self won't pick it open. I refuse to come out.
I know only instinct
And I want you. All for myself...
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
We've been together so long.
Ive never been the type to wear makeup or a dress
so why are you so surprized when I tell you I'm a man?
I have not changed who I am
Just...what I am.
You are trying so hard to understand,
To except the things going on.
All that plus your daily life
I understand this is hard.
You've always liked my *******
My wide female hips.
I'm so so sorry,
But I cannot pretend anymore.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC