(Mentions of abuse and sexual activities briefly)
Softness blurs
Enveloping me
Take me to a place I’ve never been
Sweetheart
My love
Lie me down in grass covered graves
Where we can embrace in fickle death
Forevermore
This pavement is so cold
And so hard
Did you not promise
Liar
Bitch
Did you not promise you’d be gentle?
This craven lust takes away the romance
Of the slap
You leave upon my lip...
Maybe I’ll finish it later? It’s a rather loose take on the idea
Until now I didn’t understand
Didn’t understand what love you had for me
I never saw myself as a thing worth my time
Time to slip away, melting down the drain
But you picked me up from darkness that drained me, letting me stay
Staid fast you hold me up, so gently
Gentlemanly, inferior a word to you
Let me grow an evergreen, not a...
Tw. Bulimia, quite graphic with a lot of gore
Eclectic collection
My mouth twists a tongue I must devour
Keep it a secret
With a measuring tape
Gag me up
With these bags of food purée regurgitation splattering the floor I hide
Carpet swashing away the bodily fluids
Like a corpse of dirty secrets
Hands reaching, grabbing, clawing
Gag choke gag as it comes up
A sexual awakening that fades into da...
(Right now I’m just going for the dream, I’m rejecting any silly harshness today- this is my reality)
Our body
Is accentuated, shaped like a beetle with delicate limbs and a curving womb
Is bones mixed with stretch marks, cause when we say all body types are beautiful, we mean it so much we decided to cover them all
Our body
Is gentle, feminine, a smell that we can’t quite describe- earthy. ...
(Sorry this is embarrassing but I’m subjecting you to it anyway)
He looks like milky tea, with splatters of cocoa dotting his face
Rich paint-strokes of hair, the colour of shoe polish
His eyes are tired, like swirling rock pools
No thrashing ocean visible
Just in his head
His self, a body of humanity, extraordinary in its normalcy
His rib cage I can just see, I could reach out and trace
I do...
I’m not sure, if this is just me
Perhaps
But the fact that so many of us start our sentences with apologies suggests otherwise
I haven’t noticed boys do that
At least, not as many
I read a poem once with the analogy that men expand as women shrink, taught by the generations before them
Not all men
You don’t seem to
But tell me how come I have ended up like you but with eating sprinkled in, anoth...
(Sorry this is crappy and I’ve barely written lately but I just felt like trying to express things somehow, oh and Tw for Ed’s don’t trigger yourself)
Wanderlust used to haunt me
Wanting to see the world
In all its beauty
Then
Wanting to fix it
Pick up the broken pieces
Put them together once more
Then
I saw you
I met you
I got to know you
You made me feel like even though
The world was falling...
Little thing, you are my sun
Your smile life’s animation
Prerogative given rivalry you shun
My sister, my consummation
Wide eyes, open up my floodgate
For you I’d swim the ocean
Curse loneliness and satiate
My need of redemption
Always there, always a story to tell
Little thing, for you I’d walk through hell
If that meant you would be safe from things I wish I had been...
