You couldn't have taken my love not since it was given to you so you chose to strip me down instead You started with my eyes scratching them raw plucking skin between deft fingers My lips were next down the line of my nose a Cupid’s bow that made Eros hurl…
You leave me miserable darling you have me grappling for air running ragged across floors I would have hoped to not feel to not love these tears that anger me Lord knows you could have loved anything if you it meant giving nothing You hurt me your words, they wound…
Love is suffocating something toxic It curls up like a pretty petal all laid out on display Splayed like an offering It beckons you with soft words clamant prurient It drives me delirious It’s pure madness clamors my head with hysteria I can not breath …
It’s hard to greet you properly- when you won’t let me get the words out. Those invisible strings make it feel like my throat is wrapped tight. There are claws there, I can’t see them, but I can feel them digging into my gut. You won’t let me be free Why won’t you…
Sometimes I feel utterly alone like my very existence mocks me This desperation sinks into the very cartilages of my bones It laughs at my sobs This earth giggles points mocking fingers not once questioning my depression This desolation that I have come to welcome more than love itself…
I wish I could convey my feelings to you properly Then I’d be able to tell you how much I loathe you how much I love you how much it pains me to know that I’ll never talk to you again To have to see you with her and him traces…
Life is like a delicate petal a fickle thorn It will coddle you succumb you to despair like that reaper Life is frivolous full of disheartened spirits humans that hold death higher It is mundane Lowly for such wretched mortals like us to think such things But…
These words are what we hold onto what we long for We think if we say them enough hear them often then we would be filled immensely But there’s hate in that four little word Malice and jealousy it’s what makes you crave to hear it, darling It’s like calling…
There are several lights flickering Dancing in the silent air across the room I imagined myself consumed by them feeling nothing but that slight burn the all around consumption I imagined the pain and emptiness I felt erased by the power and possession of those flickering lights I…
It wasn’t meant to go this far You told me spewed it to me after one hundred twenty one days I thought this was real I believed that those two hundred and twenty nine minutes were as real as life itself But you brandished me Molded me into…
I once shared a room next to you two In that quaint little house that shared my hopes and dreams It held a younger and delighted me I was so inexperienced but I believed true love existed I was free floating on a cloud painted by imaginary love and fulfillment…
It smelled of metal and gunpowder Spicy and toxic coupled with bloodshot eyes fingers twitching alight with anticipation My body thrummed with the excitement that only comes when blood is shed A timid strike is what broke me a gentle tapping rapping at my chamber door Obscurity is…
Hate is invigorating isn’t it darling? You can taste it, can’t you? I can taste it That white hot sensation spreading in my lower belly absolute loathsome at dirt-rotten hair Words that twist in my head like a pretty little rose vine those thorns cutting into my skin…
Éloa 