in the shadowy fields of a corner
.
tasting you left me tongue-sore;
.
revulsion draws me back again
.
and i learn to embrace the ache
.
of relishing you while your salt and
.
contempt burns the roof of my mouth.

Missing Brandyn because of the childlike honesty that saturated our conversations. There was no need for words games, none of that sophisticated predator-prey chasing with murky metaphors and savage euphemisms. I could pretend to be cleansed of shame ( Read more... )

I dreamt we were passionate, living in a bravely vivid world, filled with appetite and aspirations, ardor and zeal, bursting with unforgiving sensuality. Then I woke up ( Read more... )

I dreamt we were passionate.

My life is one of those reality television shows.

I think I should probably do a real update. I've posted enough ambiguous entries for now ( Read more... )

i cry
to be pretty
you won't die
enough for me
reach in and rape my throat
for a silky guilty pleasure
i could never hurt as much as you
i could never feel any better

looking up with dead eyes
with dead lips i reply
its always and never
too late
the useless dissipate
and i'm almost gone

grim anguish breeds a thirst for asinine remedies ( Read more... )

How many times have I broken your heart?

He said, "It's all in your head."
And I said, "So's everything."

But he didn't get it.