"syker" poems
you were a flame,
and i the moth, my love.
i found your darkness beautiful,
and longed to be destroyed by your hands.
though i hoped to become light, i loved your shadow
i wanted to light you up
to be annihilated together
in the sweet surrender of neutral territory.
my dear, imagine the things we could have done
when with mere words you reached so deep inside of me.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
my soul was not prepared
for your mind, so world-weary
and your heart, so innocent
your words, so blunt
your voice, so soft
the mild amusement in your tone
the twitching between my legs
the sadistic longing to break you into pieces
the masochistic yearning to be shattered into the same
and the blissful delusion that we could ever melt them together
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC