Making good use of these weird feelings I re-connect and aim to ignite I do burn brightly at times I used to write of slipping away disappearing my thin frame becoming slimmer and then simply gone I used to flirt with death I no longer find romance there my body still aims at becoming small […]
My heart is a loaded gun; a ticking bomb set to detonate. I’m too scared to move a muscle.
the clouds they make shapes take shapes of lovers on their backs giggling holding hands smiling I want to be happy for them while my world turns green
A week spent silenced by insecurities I should use my voice more often if it didn’t run so deep if my feelings were kept up on that shelf safely distanced I could have been spared and I should have spared myself, perhaps but that is so against my grain and now the goal gain some […]
My question: where is honesty safe here? probably not. I think back on where it was last safe where it wasn’t used to sting manipulate control I try and recreate the moment but my trusted hearts are gone one component remains myself and integrity my question remains the samewhere is honesty safe?
My thoughts on thinking of you If you only knew what I think of you. I would tell you if I could, but it’s too big. Sometimes, maybe you can feel it buzzing from skinny pink fingertips, but you will never know the weight of it so heavy you may never rise from our bed […]
Perfection is the way my chin fits into the space between your knee and thigh. The way you look down so sweet while I rest there. I see thoughts swirl through your heavy head. You’re eyes- so soft. That look- you love me.