The Light Blinking at the End of the Road

Every Last Inch

The brusies you left on her hips were the perfect memory

of the path that you traced with you lips, that no one was meant to see. 

You did not want to break her, you tried not to be rough.

Stopping there was not an option, touching her was not enough.

You had to take her over, leave her marked and bruised

to show the world you owned her, keep her from being used. 

Her eyes fell on your skin, as she reveled in what she saw.

The monster ready to consume her, the desire urgent and raw.

You didn’t need to hold her down, she would have let you in.

But you fought to keep your control and consummate your sin.

She told you with her eyes, laugh and lips. Every moan and clinch.

She desperately and fatally loved you. Every. Last. Inch.

An Invitation

You’ve got this nervous energy, that brings the words right out of me

I can’t stop saying stupid things in response to your one liners.

The lies you tell are paper thin, like a subtle invitation in

You trace the bruises on my skin, as if I needed a reminder.

You might as well have held the hammer that slammed down on my hand,

For all the effort you’ve put in to attempt to understand

The need to take myself apart to feel whole again

Piece by piece I disassemble what was never broken.

Allurement and Synergy

I wanna fall asleep to the sound of your voice.

To have your quiet whispers block out all the noise,

To have nothing between your lips and me.

I want to wake to the touch of your hand,

take it all in until its more than I can stand.

Make the most of our allurement and synergy.

I can’t tell if everything out of your mouth is a well crafted lie

or just the shitty truth.

I think, oh yes I think I would die

If I found out neither were true.

What are you hoping for?

Do just want to break me down more?

Or is this just your way of saying “I love you”?

I want to wake to the sound of your voice,

and feel your heart gently beating.

I want to hear all the beautiful things you have to say

as long as  it’s never “I’m leaving”

Goose Bumps Don’t Mean “No”

Your skin betrays your voice.

Goose bumps don’t mean “No”.

Of course, they don’t mean yes.

They just mean take it slow.

Your eyes tell me you’re hungry,

while your hands pull away.

You tongue demands I leave

But your lips beg me to stay.

I ask you with a smile.

You nod, “Just this one time”

Lock the door, lock the door

before you change your mind. 

So Sweet

I quietly resigned from my life after telling her
I couldn’t live like this anymore.
She scheduled my funeral on a Monday
Hoping nobody could come.
As I lay in my casket I had time to think
About all the secrets and grief I had saved
She sat on my bed reading all of my journals
And I couldn’t stop her from my grave.

I fell to a cheap death
But that’s okay. I wasn’t worth much anyway.
You couldn’t forget me if you wanted to
I’m the front page story of your mind everyday.
It’s sweet
It’s soooo sweet
It’s so sweet how you called her my name after only one date.

I made it quite clear
The mistakes I made were the result of my fear
And I can still remember your response.
“There is always an excuse for the things that you’ve done 
and you’ve made it apparent that I’m not your sun.
Your reasoning is off and your priorities are wrong
But I’ll love you forever because we are one”

I fell to a cheap death
But that’s okay. I wasn’t worth much anyway.
You couldn’t forget me if you wanted to
I’m the front page story of your mind everyday.
It’s sweet
It’s soooo sweet
It’s so sweet how you called her my name after only one date.

Simply Devastated

The sun came before you did.

“No more being sad”

Trade one heart for another.

It still hurts just as bad. 

You kiss away the pain, I even up the score.

Simply devastated and delighted.

Never the angel, always the whore.

Naked

If I could take my skin off and hang it out to dry,

Only just for a minute, while I danced under the sky.

To have muscle touch the grass and bone feel the wind.

If I could just escape, I’d never put it on again.

Let me in

If I promise not to break you, will you promise to let me in?

I want to see…everything.

No fear, no lies, no clothes to hide behind. 

No closing your eyes when I look over your skin.

No turning your head when I aim for your lips.

See.

See everything and let me in. 

I promise not to break you.

Opposites

Opposites do not attract. 

They collide.

And not in a soft, mundane way. 

but in a way thats rough and chaotic and accidental.

It breaks one apart slowly, rythmically.

It holds you down, one hand over your mouth and forces you to love. 

To love the one that does not complete you and, in fact, destorys you with every look.

Opposites do not attract gently, like magnets left too close. 

They fucking collide and take the world down with them.