the connection between
the two
was elegant and
breathtaking.
almost surreal in a way.
he brought out
pieces of her that she  
didn't even know existed.
he made her feel
genuine and real.
for the first time
she felt
Alive.

He dug his fingers into
my colors,
searching for himself.
Carving my insides into something
beautiful.
Writing his words
across my skin
making a book out of me.
He took the flowers out of
my garden,
and planted weeds.
He took me apart and hung me
on the wall
and called it
priceless.

You left so suddenly.
I thought you were
coming back,
I was so alone.
Months passed and
you were still gone,
I thought it was
my fault.
That I had done something
wrong,
to push away your love.
I started to look
for that love
in other men.
Turns out their love
isn't sweet like honey,
but burns like whiskey.
Now look what you've done
to me.

i'm sinking.
going further down
than i intended to.
the water fills my lungs,
i feel it burning me
inside and out.
don't try to save me,
baby i'll just drag you
down.
everything is fading,
all i want is you.
but i'm too busy
drowning in my
past.

My eyes burn as I
Try to hold back these
Tears.
I sit on the edge of
The bed we’ve
Made love on,
But never felt love in,
And watch you pack your things.
I want to scream,
Anything to make you stop
Packing away
The life we’ve
Built together.
You look at me,
Not bothering to
Stop the tears.
Hoping, praying that
I say something to make you stay.
We both know the words
You need to hear
Won’t ever come
From these lips of mine.
You leave, the tears fall,
The walls break,
The warmth is gone.
At least I know I’m
Safe.

i want to love him
but,
his lips taste like
***.
they burn holes into
my skin.
i want to love him
but,
he doesn't need me,
he just wants
two legs and a hole
to get lost in.
i want to love him
but,
he doesn't even know what
the meaning of love is.

you read books
to me.
countless books that
i don't even remember.
but what i can't seem
to forget is
how your lips moved
across my skin
as you read to me.

I felt the thunder
in the depths
of my lungs.
Making me
breathless
with its wonderful
noise.
Lighting my skin
ablaze.
Taking me from
this place to a
whole new world.
Baby, you remind me
of this thunder.
You captivate me
then destroy me with your
presence,
just like the natural disaster you are.

i’m tangled up in
our bed sheets,
my sheets.
reminiscing the dreams
i had next to you.
overwhelming nights
just like this one-
i think about
you,
us,
me.
i could think about the
cracks in the
sidewalk,
but that would
remind me of the
lines your face
makes when you
smile.
i could think about my
first time at the
beach
and the sand
between my feet,
but that will only
remind me that
the ocean is the
same shade of
blue as your
eyes
and that your hands
felt like the
sand across my skin.
its overwhelming nights
like this
when even i don’t
want to,
i think of you.

i'm not in love.
not in love with the way
your eyes follow
my every move.
not in love with the way
you run your fingertips
across my skin,
memorizing every detail.
not in love with the way
you make me smile.
not in love with the way
you make the overwhelming
noise of life quiet,
even if it's just for a moment.
i'm not in love,
but so what if i was?

Today I gave my heart
And soul away.

He’s the Devil
In an angelic
Disguise.

I sold him my
Soul for
Love.

Never have I
Felt love
Until his sweat
Dripped down
My innocent lips.
Till his eyes captivated
My whole
Essence.

I sold it all to
The Devil.
I regret
Nothing.

you stole something from me.
pieces of me I can never get back,
and all the others after you
will try to rebuild me,
like the toys they
played with when they
were young.
we both know that
they can't replace the
things you took.
they can't fill the holes
you made.
you stole my fire.
you stole my existence.
and i pray to whatever
god you believe in
that it burns you
alive and
ruins you
like it has me.

you confuse me,
in ways neither of us
understand.
one day its love,
and the next
we’re ripping each other
apart
at the throats.
we apologize
for things we
aren’t sorry for.
this isn’t love,
this is
addiction
for something
so beautiful,
so intoxicating,
yet so painful
and deadly.