Fatal LoversYou and I are the definition of fatal attraction,
like a serotonin deficiency to the pretty side of the blade,
like the heavy-hearted pebble that wants to trails its lips across still waters,
like sun-bleached and wind-whipped birch paper to the lustful licks of shadow-dancing candle flame.
I expect everything to fail - us, no exception -
because having to hold my hopes up is far too hard on my limbs,
when my wrists just want to bleed out,
my shoulder blades still ache from tearing out my wing span,
and my fingertips burn from when they learnt to trust, and then couldn't hold on when that trust fell out from under them.
You say you carry far too much baggage whenever you take a trip to my heart,
when you trip,
and fall into love.
But I'll be your suitcase,
your luggage cart,
the entire fucking cargo hold of as many airplanes as you will ever need.
Because having no baggage means you're only here temporarily,
and I want you for so much longer than that.
I want you to pack up your
goodbye, lettermani love you enough
that my heart is
like a wound
in my chest.
i know it's not pretty
but i'll tell you
how you leave me
into the sink,
porcelain veneer sneering
at the broken teeth and mirror
a foot ahead.
you smell like
drink & weed,
and you are making me sick.
in the morning,
i will sit you down at the
kitchen table to show
you the vomit behind
eyes bleed rivers
dead sea salted
over the bends
of my thumb.
you read sad poetry
to the caves
inside my heart,
because sadness knows
and expect me
not to crumble.
Fuck ItFuck all the words you said
Fuck the love we shared
Fuck the pain you feel
Fuck your pathetic attempts
Fuck your stupid smile
Fuck your fucking lies
Fuck the tears i shed
Fuck this stupid poem
Fuck what i mean
Fuck trying to understand
Fuck off out of my life
Fuck your fucking comments
Fuck you and your fucking heart
Fuck your addictions, yes theres more then one
Fuck your fucking mind games
Fuck your fucking hugs
You know what mate.....FUCK YOU!!!!
finally gave up'well what were you expecting?'
'something with meaning'
i felt like a baby when i laid in your arms
when you pressed your palms against mine
my fingers barely reaching halfway up yours
you laughed when i called you gorgeous
and didn't smile when i told you i liked you
but your lips still slid across my stomach
i don't think you know that you made me cry
and i don't think you understand that you
meant more to me, than i did to you
and you say sorry now, with a full stop
as if it's the end of everything; the end of us
but do you even know what you're really
EveI don't know whether to call her buttercup, or snapdragon, because she's never seemed like a flower petal to me. More like a pussy willow, or a foxtail thistle. The kind of plant that grows by dusty highways and make ups truck driver bouquets.
She walks like she's got eggshells under her toe nails, and she whispers like every word that passes those lips is a sin.
She makes me want to grow old with her, but she says "happily ever after" sounds more like a curse than a promise, and I've never been one to swear at an angel.
She's got a tattoo of Eve on her right side, and she once told me that humans are only the offspring of Eve sleeping with the snake - that she didn't know how good she had it until Adam walked away. And that nobody wants an angel, because feathers seem suffocating when you don't have wings of your own, and venom always tastes sweeter than wine.
Protect meI tucked myself under the blanket,
trying to take shelter from the inevitable...
You were standing on the window
spitting out the last remnants of smoke
from a fire that had been slowly suffocating...
I'll be waiting.
The night before
I had found two animals in my bed
They were trying to bite each other's neck off
or any other part
A blank stare.
and impenetrable as the snow outside...
It had been snowing for quite a while,
that's why it wasn't cold...
somewhere in the middle.
Just for the typical part
to make sure
it looks like winter.
I tried to turn the heater on several times
but the only thing that seemed to be working
Lots of it...
"You left your umbrella outside"
I hoped that
when fall comes
it might come in handy,you know,
maybe we'd like to go for a walk in the rain!
Wouldn't that be romantic?
You and me
under this fragile transparen
WritingShe was running fast, far from the one who had harmed her. She had it in her head that it would never happen again.
She turned and glanced over her shoulder At first she saw nothing, but then the creature re-appeared. It was monstrous, a wolf that stood on only two legs, a creature with bright red, glowing eyes. Again she ran, this time much faster. She could hear the creatures thoughts, she knew what he wanted He wanted her. He didnt always bother speaking out loud, knowing full well that she could hear him, but he still insisted on calling out to her. Come on now, Darling You know that you want to be with me .
That awful voice, the voice of someone she had loved, and may love still, rang through the forest. He was getting much closer now, and he was starting to slow down, but she dared not stop. Cocky, he was overconfident, already knowing that he was go