your eyes ( Read more... )

usually i feel safe
with the worlds wide arms
wrapped around me
and i surrender to carefree
and verge on the edge
of excitement.
but in those rare moments,
like these,
i turn my face away
and cry solemn tears
and let fear grip me
in a strong handshake
because even i
am not invincible

i miss frantic parties
and cocktail hour
in fancy dresses.
i'm not likely to forget
my art of parties,
but it's impossible
to generate one
in this small room,
alone.

the expense of love
is more than gold
weighted impartially
by those who disapprove
memories of what was to be
lay delicately fragmented
one on either side
damaging the atrium
of your fragile heart

before it can adjust to the old scars
new ones bleed bright blue
painting for forgotten nights

i have the sensation of falling
curled up right behind
my rib cage
screaming in pleasure
as i think of the pinprick pressure
of your thin fingertips

i'm drama free
these days
i swear it and
i declare it in loud
yet hoarse whispers

---

and i don't feel
a need to prove to you
or anyone
that you're right about what i need
i know
and i need to trust myself

---

and i don't expect you to understand
and i don't really care
cuz my insides are on fire
and i like it that way

electric feedings ( Read more... )

her dress
it wasn't always like this
i remember a time
before
when she appeared to me
not in these shabby rags
all stitched silk
clinging to some kind of life
she had before

i remember
her dress as a cloud
and i was lifted
when i took her in my arms
and bore her away
i remember the look she used to carry
plain on her face
like she knew she

it's five a.m. in san francisco ( Read more... )

as you play with yourself ( Read more... )