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2.9k · Dec 2012
Frankenstein
Yavanna Dec 2012
I died the night before you met me
But you picked me up
Gave me a new life
I fell in blood,
And awoke on a cold table
It hurt at first,
But I have a second chance
All because of you
1.0k · Oct 2012
Thrill
Yavanna Oct 2012
We both know this is something new
Something with boundaries
Something exciting

But when we're together,
We're both different people
And the real me is entranced
But knowing the real you,
I know it's all fake.

Only I can enjoy this in secrecy
760 · Oct 2012
Your Song
Yavanna Oct 2012
Voices
All I hear is voices
Telling me what to do,
How to live
How my life should be
I can't win against them,
So I hide

I distance myself
From everyone
Except you
All I need is your voice
Your song
And everything is better
At least for a little while
654 · Oct 2012
Distance
Yavanna Oct 2012
Three thousand miles of land
Dirt
Sand
Gravel
Grass
Three thousand miles of people
Busy
Thoughtless
Dull
Sad
Three thousand miles of need
Touch
Taste
Lust
Love
Three thousand miles of loneliness
Screaming
Sleepless
Silent
Empty
Three thousand miles away from you is slowly killing me
569 · Dec 2012
Sweet Relief
Yavanna Dec 2012
A loss of breath,
A terrible ache,
"Be mine", you tell her.
A replacement.

One deep cut,
A few more scratches,
The blood is relieving.
I find my breath again.

Silence.
I close my eyes
And smile
And touch my future scars

If I lose you,
At least I have
My cold metal friend.
505 · Dec 2012
Friend
Yavanna Dec 2012
You come to me out of boredom
I come to you out of comfort and companionship.
I am just your convenience
But you are my greatest friend

Some nights we hold each other close
You never notice my heart beat faster,
But you let me touch you nonetheless.
You never return the favor,
But I make you writhe beneath me.

We both know these actions could hurt us,
But I will never stop giving myself to you
If you ask me to do so.
312 · Jul 2014
Untitled
Yavanna Jul 2014
These faded scars embedded on my skin
Are a secret language

They spell out your name.

— The End —