This lover likes to cover me,
with soft lips and sandpaper hands.
His mouth on my body,
while fingers tugg through my dark hair,
and close around my throat.

This man is greedy with me.
Devours me whole,
always rough with need.
Yet his lips are the only contrasting element.
Setting my skin on fire,
with each delicate kiss.

His strong body,
is so graceful over mine.
We move together intertwined.
Always bending me,
into,
a new position of pleasure.
His grip leaves bruises,
trails of proof along my skin.

He only speaks in hushed gasps,
my name he whispers on the peak of ecstasy.
"You're mine"
he always says,
Kissing my swollen lips.
His eyes so dark,
I don't dare to disagree.

I sit upon a throne of thorns, wearing a starry crown that isn't mine. Yet I am not unearthly, feminin or divine.

Time likes to trick us, age unfolds turning memory askew. Gold rings that held no meaning, just the absence of you.

I made a declaration to my people, banned this thing they call love. I pulled Cupid from the sky, so he could no longer betray us from above.

I've ruled a kingdom with no king, I've destroyed in ruins end. I cast a match with neglect, causing damage to vast to mend.

Whispered warnings no one would hear, Gypsys predicted this fate that's  cursed. Take the warnings that they heed, and listen to The Empress Reversed.

I pulled the monster from the shadows, and cut his throat with glee. I muttered prayers of forgiveness, and declared it Destiny.

I couldn't stand the constant battle, the knife left in my back. I've run out of fingers and toes, counting all the things I lack.

I took those wings he severed from me, and sewed them back into place. I stood tall in spite of rumors, whispered phrases of disgrace.

Never did I claim to be a Saint, my history's tainted and twisted. But I had to ****, this Demon that existed.

Maybe I should feel remorse? He's 10 feet in the ground. But no matter how hard I search, no emotion can be found.

I kneel before the temple of Regret, prayers slip through lips of red. Collected stars in a jar, sealed with tears I have not shed.

Like lighting bugs but brighter, it shines with a blinding burst. I sipped from the waters of Lethe once, now I can never queue my thirst.

I didn't  mean to hurt him, I'll do anything to make it right. Out of pure desperation, I silently robbed the night.

I went through hell to get here, pulling constellations from the sky. I almost lost it all to Ruin, but still I refuse to cry.

This is all that's left of me, just a shell with a pretty face. So I give this jar as an offering, of the things I can't erase.

I kneel before the river of Eternity, beside the weeping tree. I gaze in wonder at my reflection, this rippling version of me.

Dark hair cascading down my shoulders, framing my thoughtful face. Wind dances delicately around me, my only companion in this place.

I stumbled upon strength somehow, I tucked it away for tomorrow. Still learning a lesson in patience, youth is something we can't borrow.

I'm embarking on a journey, to find this part of me I've lost. This battle within me has to stop, no matter what the cost.

Epiphany gave me the map in hand, after he crippled me with mighty blows. I'm off to defeat the monster in me, and reclaim this person my reflection shows.

Waking up
in arms
that don't fit.

An unfamiliar room
that reeks
of alcohol and sweat.

Clothes scattered
along with
my inhibition.

Their fingerprints
now forever burned
into my skin.

A need
that consumes
absent of emotion.

This part of myself
I carelessly abandon
in bed sheets.