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hope is youhope is
the jar placed on the top shelf
"in case of emergency,
i never open even on rainy days
instead i drop loose change inside
listening to the clink clink clink
as they drop through the tiny hole
i'll save them away
to go to the wishing well one day
the sound of your laughter
running through my brain
snagging on the rusty cogs and
making them work again
Saying Goodbyesi already miss you
even though you're still here next to me
i know you're lost to the winds
seven miles down the road you shout
and my heart it goes out
tonight the stars dance over my head
but i don't see them
clouded and blinded for a time
let the dawn come
maybe i'll breathe then
touch my skin in my memories
i repeat every single memory
i want to break apart all these wars
i want to destroy all those happy times
i want to break f
In YouThere's something about going to my knees before you, with tears in my eyes. There's something about knowing you'll wipe away the tears that fall quickly and you'll embrace me, pull me close to you and fold me into your warmth. To feel your fingers gently brushing away those little droplets, in an attempt to wipe away all of my pain and those hidden wounds.
I want to blubber away the pain I have folded up inside, hidden deep under my heart and I want to scream it all out. Instead, you press your lips softly against mine, stroke my hair and whisper, "It will all be ok, Kitten."
You have no idea, in those words, I see my entire life sharpen and focus. Murky becomes clear and you destroyed the darkness in which his words have left a stain on my heart and soul. You cleanse me, lay me wide open and when I beg for you to let me keep darkness inside of me, you tell me no softly and say that I am too beautiful to taint.
So, I silently beg you, to wrap your hands around my throat. Invade every
Beggari want to break down
destroy the happiness we fake
so you can see the cracks i've known for years
so you can finally understand that
we're two broken people trying
to piece together a life
and not feel lonely
i want to stitch my words into your rib cage
but leave the wound open so you can bleed into my hands
and swear on your breath that you truly loved me
but i won't hear those words
i [think] know the truth and
i know you don't
bound my wrists and i'll be your slave
one day i will tire and feel used up
tossed aside waiting for your heart
i'm the b
I Want YouI want you in my hands. I want to put my fingers around your throat, to hear you softly beg for release. I want to feel you desperate beneath you, squirming upwards against you. I want to feel your nails down my back; I want you to leave red marks that remind me of you when I look in the mirror later.
I want to hear you scream as you explode. I want to feel your body pulsating with mine, watch you fly to heaven and back down again. I want to mark your beautiful little throat you bare so lovingly. I gain pleasure watching you bare that love mark to the world.
I control your body. Don't deny me those smacks across your shapely ass or else. I control your body when I top you. Pin your wrists to the bed, to the walls. I control you. You will breathe when I say so. You'll come when I say so. Beg a bit harder, a bit louder. I might grant your wish.
Worthy"You are worthy of being loved. Do you see that person right there in front of you? Yes, you. You are worthy of being loved and appreciated by the person(s) you love and adore."
You give me life. You give me love and take the burden of my pain when I can no longer bear it on my shoulders. You hold me close and you do not whisper how much you love me. Instead, you cup my chin upwards and say it loudly, proudly. You do not hide away our love or deny it. You show me off to the entire world and say "Hey, look at this beautiful lady right here! This is my girl!" and have a grin that stretches for miles.
You always tell me that I must love myself. That I am beautiful, no matter if I am short and skinny or if I am curvaceous and have beautiful brown eyes that are so much more than just muddy. You trail your lips and tongue down every inch of skin and over ever scar I have carved into my flesh. You open me wide and feel me completely, making me gasp and beg and scream your name. You send me hi
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
My memories of my dearest youYou chased me all the way through the harbour port and caught me by my auburn pigtails. You told me they burned like the sun kissing the horizon goodbye as we sat on the deck catching our breath. My eyes tracked down the silhouette of your chest where your sheer garment rippled to translucency. I liked how your spine slouched into comfort and how the your silhouette shone in ethereal hue. And when my chapped lips rubbed into yours, somehow it bloomed to our own perfect splatters of colours.
I hope you still remember how our fingers entwined beneath the old palm trees. How the wind caressed my hair and you ruffled it as we kissed.
And how our cackling laughter blended to perfect cacophony at the old porch swing. I'll always notice your smile that lights my world like the crescent moon shines the earth.
I still remember our playful memories when we mischiefs ran around the thrift shop and you provoked me with our silly pictures in silly clothes.
Or our charming memories where you promise
Mild MarksLips coated red like apple skins,
the curvature of my mouth now ready
to clasp the contours of your refined neck.
But I am not your vampire, dear.
I am not the cunning young woman
anxious to deepen the craters
of your sun-kissed shell.
No - I am far too mortal for that.
And you are far too mortal for me.
My only wish is to let you escape
through the subtle caress of my character:
holding you, receiving you
like dusk receiving the stars.
My carmine borders gently staining
Burni will hold the candle and its flame
upwards for the moment when you realize
i have yet to disappear
i will breathe into your lungs
so inhale sharply and let your eyes snap open
i'll exhale my soul into your body
so these old husks we carry around upon our backs
will have their use again
b u r n b u r n b u r n b u r n
i will hold myself steady right here just for
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