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I express my emotions in dollar signs
and drunk artwork.
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Tell me secrets between my thighs.
Run your fingers down my neck and
spine. Light a fire from within my veins.
Write me between the lines. Mention my
name in-between the rhymes you make up.
Take me into your story write me down
between the stains of your black ink. Write
me down on the pages the way some write
about their glory. Light fireworks inside of my
chest after each and every kiss. Strip my dress
off while you confess to me about your past and
darkest sins. Let me be your priest and religion.
Let me be what you believe and store your faith
in. Let me touch you from head to toe. Let me
walk with you in winter’s freezing snow. And
drift away in the winds with you like dandelions
do in the season of spring. Read me the way you
do with your ****** poetry at night under the green
coloured sheets of your bed with your hands reaching
deep down in your grey sweat pants. Read the
words engraved on my skin. Crave me the way
you crave *** , trance , dubstep and sin* ~

he was a mystery in himself,
allowing me to have no trace of an idea of how he felt..
i was kind of mystery too, but the kind that if you got close enough you could easily find clues to whatever you were unsure of..
sometimes i wondered.. if behind closed doors he felt the way i did..
did he obsess? did he shed a tear? was he still awake at 4am?
of course he wasnt.. i was in this alone, werent i?
was it only me shedding the tears that burned my skin in the most beautiful way possible? was it only me obsessing over the things i would say & the things i wouldnt?
i believe it is only me..
but you know, i dream of a time where both he & i can feel the same unique feeling of love & bliss for one another, at the same time..
on the same level..
and for all the right reasons i have hope!
hope that he too will shiver at the wrath of my touch,
hope that he will open up to me enough so that even if i wanted to destroy him.. i would have the power to.