Tag: him

  • making a mess of me

    It was born blood red in the shape of a placenta that never took form,   but carefully cultivated, it was, for the exclusive purpose of becoming a vessel.   Pearl shaped and white, an incubator. It was warm, it was soddened.  You wanted a thing with no value? We’ll give it to you in tenfold. We’ll…

  • miles in between

      For both of us… We just seemed to act like nothing happened, like what we had didn’t exist; and I realized it was easier that way. It was easier to act as if we weren’t one, like we didn’t live on the same plane of existence- didn’t care about the miles that were clogged…

  • asphyxiation

    He had hands of burnished mahogany- kept that palm lodged round my throat; digits piercing skin, leaving my veins prickling.   You did it for the burn, sudden power rush, and oh, how I just loved to watch your eyes darken.   You held me, propped my body between sheet cuffs, sending me right over the…

  • fevers

      Your body  Hurts me as the world hurts God. – Sylvia Plath   I’ve always loved a brute,  brute of a man like you With  your razor-sharp tongue,  crystals in your veins The hand  housing icicles, eager to  impale     

  • to: You

      You’d have done it anyways. You only come back to me when the Tides fall flat, and when the Moon departs. You’re gone just as quickly as She resurfaces.    

  • Honeycomb of Lies

        I crave perpetuity.    So much so, that I come to you  in the form of nectar; a jar of tenacity-  viscidity- long strips of flattery and dabbles of desire.  I offer you seduction mixed with a sting  that you return with disdain.   You loved those animated creatures,  the ones who fill me…

  • litho

      How was I supposed to know it wouldn’t have turned out like that- that you would never love me.   You took that fickle little piece of passion, and melded it into her. A fragment, she is. Nothing more than processed lithography.   But you loved that dirt and grime, ached for that flush…

  • tsela

      I once tried to construct you.   I drudged you up from my rib, and melded you into the perfect species. You were so ripe, so full of passion,  it had almost consumed me. A consummated  sculpture- that’s what  you were darling, and yet I was more susceptible to your abhorrence. You  turned on…

  • problems- ready

      I could have loved you But you- you felt the need to erase me. You made it so I never even existed and So I never even existed. All it took was a little neglect; A spill from your lips, was all it took for me to be scraped out. I hated you soon…

  • circles

      wednesday finds me easily enough  pitted between wanting and wanted  you used to be nearer   so much closer than you are now   it is a pity you’ve gone around  not much further than before  you never wait long  sometimes you wait too long  but we always end up back here    

  • letter-

    Perhaps it was the miles in-between us that took you away from me; Or perhaps it was just myself that pushed you away. I started seeing your face everywhere, it was so cruel darling. My lips would go numb just from the simple thought of you. This glass filled with two fingers of brown- I…

  • conversations

        How do you miss me while you’re sleeping? Is it in the way your breath catches, your soul aches; when darkness plunges your room? I bet it’s lonely over there darling. It must kill you to not have me. It rips me apart, makes it hard to breathe while I hear your voice…

  • -musings

    You were never mine, so I wonder why I miss you so. I miss you like you were apart of me, like my soul can’t bare to go on without you.

  • spice

      You are dangerous –   yet here you are sharp tongue and soft eyes you could put Satan to shame

  • learning the blues

      I plucked one of your roses needle pricking my skin crimson just as red as those petals   You told me It’s not time yet   I wait for spring to come almost as much as you crave winter   It’s in those moments that your heart grows warmer icicles latched to your skin…