Tag: him
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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.
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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…
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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…
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-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.
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spice
You are dangerous – yet here you are sharp tongue and soft eyes you could put Satan to shame
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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…