Every drop of doubt that falls
Leaves an echo of ripples in your reflection.
I want to gouge my fingers into this uncertainty
And read you like a book, but
The chapters of your dark side make me reconsider.
Each page reveals a potential twist and turn,
And danger, so much danger for such a fragile heart.
What if on the last page I realize the story is just fiction?
You are
Uncontrollable, your thirst is
Unquenchable and who am I to
Shut your eyes from your own lust?
My hold is loose when fate and
Lack of faith are gnawing at your covers.
What I fear most is not you waking up to somebody else,
But you waking up as somebody else entirely.
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You only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me,
but I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
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She always fell for boys who needed saving. by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone . by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .
They say it's difficult to love someone
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Couldn't know
Left right
Much less right
From wrong.
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow ech
your lungs fill with oxygen as you try to exhale
through clenched teeth and palms pressed over your chapped lips.
you're trying to get a hold on this confusing spasm
that makes you feel sick to the bone and high as the stars
but your wings are drenched in vomit and it seems you
can't have one without the other.
hold on to your bones for dear life and count your ribs every day
just in case one of them decided to slip out of reach.
press your heart through the glass and feel the shards sinking
into the soft flesh as it cracks beneath pressure.
scream at your broken reflection and spit out insecurities
that were inflicted upon your bloodied w
I'm twirling in ecstasy, feeling high on life,
almost as if my fingertips are caressing the sky;
I'm living in a bubble, think the air around is cursed,
so please don't rush in heart-first like a fool
and make it burst.
I play with Words like you play with Hearts . by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
I play with Words like you play with Hearts .
you are a brittle little thing but
your bite makes me restl-ess--
ays could be written about your
eyes, shimmering in the star-light--
headed is what you make me--
ddling into my heartst[r]ings until I am
in need of med-icine--
ss melting away at your heated t-ouch!
and yes, I want you inside me
and all around me
and never leaving my si[ght]de--
votion and affection surging th--
rough our beings playing, moving as
o[verlapping]
n[estled]
e[ntity].
you're a slippery ro-ad--
diction hard to sha--
ke-en-edged and dange-rous--
ing my heart to bea-ting--
ling in my skin--
ned knees when f
I dig my fingers into the dirt
as I feel you upon me.
And I wish you would feel
what I've been trying to
suppress.
And maybe you do, deep down,
but you're scared that even you
can make mistakes.
And well, if you don't then this is all
one huge fucking mistake.
But all is full of love when rose petals are
covering your eyes and
wine is overflowing your bloodstream.
I feel so much and yet nothing at all
because this is an illusion -
you've changed or perhaps I have but
your lips don't taste the same and
your gasps sound simply reckless.
Yet I just wanted to hold you in my arms
to make her scent fade away and
to show you that
darling, you've