I’m in love with something dead, in my head….
I convinced myself on bookshelves I wasn’t
in love on golf clubs, but, yes, after you passed,
cast aside, hard, cold, crumbled in ash, my
heart stashed, this was the final good bye
to souls lost, found on the other side, dyed
in smudges and judges, my only hope
for you is that you find a different
heart from the start, a Valentine to
drape you in red, to open up that
box, and you let HER in just because
she wasn’t me, never was, and now
I know because I let you go…….
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Hands withered, worn, tear, repeat, beat my skin
as they live in sin…
Why me, can’t they see, let me be, just a child,
wild, just one second from the rope, loss of
hope, nope, there were other plans for me
you see…..
A baby, I will never see grow, seeds that
will never breed, bleed out the mothers
womb, tomb…..
Bars behind, in line, black and white to
keep quiet….
Fists clenched, drenched, murder on hands,
death trying to catch my breath, but, again,
not my time in rhyme….
Life on track, SHE has my back, my story
isn’t over, my four leaf clover……..
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Lost split, twins dismissed….
One in heaven, the other in hell, didn’t
kiss and tell…
I loved you then, and I love you
know, shall we make a truce our
one vow?
I, was never vanilla…..
more like shadowy greys,
pondering disarrays….
You, with a funeral glow, death
in tow….
I, drawn, walking on the edge, you with
a razor, how my skin would slice, dice,
as you pieced me to you…..
Together we became halos and
horns, the cross adorned…..
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I can still feel him on my
lips from the night before…..
bitten…bruised…..
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No valentine this year, only a tear in remembrance
of you, who had no clue, only about hearts full of darts….
It’s Ok, one day i will wear red, untied, loose, free….
Flowers upon your box, kisses in the wind, lost in
love, splattered in blood…..
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my Valentine…..
Tongue on the gun, waiting for the fun….
Pill stilled on words with no cure….
How much could you endure….not
remembering which voice you last kissed,
missed?
My nails red, out of your way, but, never
far from your thirst, cursed….
Out wondering night, your one delight,
who will be your next, your catch?….
Head stirs, in a blur…all you see is me
bleed, another one indeed….
*I DEDICATE THIS ONE TO PSYCHOKILLER..
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I wonder how nature feels when virgin feet
walk across her back, never to take back….
untouched….
Tip toe down her spine, won’t you be mine…
I wonder how it feels to have Heaven in a daze, crazed….
Underneath thaws, runs raw as the
devil tastes…..
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I want to see him even when i don’t….
Running my fingers through sunlight,
and i wonder if i could make the darkness
rise, see it in his eyes, and just for a moment he
becomes mine…..
Would he turn gold, be bold, cross that
line, hope to die?….
Dreams come and we misbehave,
Tasting, touching for the first time
in time slips….
I want him intravenously, bleaching
my veins as I go insane….
HIM…on my lips in secret…..
Inside out, the witch’s mouth….
I see to believe in almond meows,
lifting my brows….
Stirring, stirring, adding my blues,
rainbow hues….
Nails attached, tipping my hat,
my legs in tow I cursey you know….
My lips twitch in red webs, sinister
dreads….
Care to weave some spells to show
and tell?
*Picture taken from Pinterest*
I would love to see you dressed in me, red
where i bled.
Sticky fingers and all, where i
wept and moaned, i, just on loan…
Slip and slide, you couldn’t decide
whether to eat or repeat…
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