i would never ask to do it all again ( Read more... )

i want to rip your beauty through your throat so you can wear it on your skin.

with love from the boiler room
where my heart grew cold
as bright embers frayed me to cinder
the stale scent of pears uncentedburns the brand of songs we sung ( Read more... )

a slow animation where blood red poppies will bloom,
on a black and white background while strychnine wrythes in your womb.

some days the earth cracks in half and i can't fit in between ( Read more... )

too often have i pleased without return ( Read more... )

looking back at all the beauty ( Read more... )

i dreamed of you last night. you in all of your olivebrownskinblackdreadlockperfectpurewaterbrowneyes-beauty. you held your hands in your pockets while you danced slowly and at first you frightened me a little, and then it turned into a heavy-hearted attraction. i only wanted to fold myself into you. i want to travel in your pocket, be so close to ( Read more... )

a year ago today ( Read more... )

when i look at you with hungry eyes
it doesn't mean my hands are tied.
its in the ocean of your irises where i swim, lost.
and then i hear his voice,
undertones of soft and wicked
enough to sway me back to your cold face
across from me at the table tonight.
if i can not have him,
i will take you home instead.