They say she has a bit of moxie in her but that’s only because they’ve seen her dancing in the dark, uninhibited because alcohol is the worst friend to invite to a party; it lets you fall flat on your face and kiss people you should not have. I say there is no moxie in … Continue reading Moxie
my mind is playing tricks on me in the dark tonight. i swear i see your face in the shadows but my eyes are closed and i still see you not the you that you are now you won't even talk to me, but the you I loved on long nights through a half-lidded lustful … Continue reading for you
if you were to try to read my palms you would know that i am cold, my skin like ice grazing your fingertips. i am the chaos; the poison running through your veins tells you to embrace me you long to find warmth in the cold and you eventually do.
i am made of porcelain. don't think me weak for I hold inside more than the average man. think of me as the great infuser. glistening silver is what i am made of; strong and durable, inside you scatter your fear and worry; i will pour out love to you in return. everyone loves me. … Continue reading i am your cup of tea
A red lens I look at you and see a mess of thick oozing crimson juice. It pools beneath a large lump of red chewed up and spit out bubblegum; I stomp on it one last time. Brittle bone pierces the sole of my foot, You pierce my soul. This is the closest we … Continue reading red lens
if only we lived in a perfect world where people who were meant to be together could simply just, be together; but a world like that is a fantasy, the real world is a much harder place in which what is meant to be, simply cannot be.
your face was a wild array of lights casting a shadow that seemed to highlight your lips that haunted me in the most alluring way.