You could curse my name
But if done
At the blade of your tongue
I would bleed
Just to hear the smile behind it
Tag: passion
Dedication
His eyes flicker
Back and forth with concern
As he carefully places
Intricate lines
Fiddling with dimensions
Playing with spaces
He is the master
Behind this craftsmanship
His passion in his work
Is something not even I
Could ever be the muse of
Touch Me
I can feel
The tension
Balanced through
Bare skin
Translated through
A stare
Electrifying
Your skin on mine
Twisting as we’re graced
With a taste
Of revenge
Mistake
I really thought
You were the one
But I am human
And humans are flawed
I made a mistake
Letters To Him #3
I used to pity you, and all that you had gone through. Every action that had led to the scars on your heart, all the wrong you did not deserve. That is until I discovered the vengeance you seek in those you find unworthy. What defines worth, my dear? To you, the expectations on value and respect are never held to your own doing. So what defines worth? Innocent souls trip on mistakes in your path and you condemn them for life. What defines worth? You do realize that this pattern of defining another’s worth, to you, is a viscous cycle of revenge, right?
You will never find happiness and peace while battling a non-existent war. Look around, my dear, for you have wounded those around you who have had nothing but love for you. Hearts that have been misplaced due to your lack of empathy and self serving actions. I hope you finally get what you are looking for, however, I really hope you get what you deserve.
You Own Me
Sometimes I feel I control my life
And sometimes I feel like I don’t
I had no say on the start of my time
That decision was never my own
And even though life is a gift to give
And I’m always in charge of the tone
I really don’t care what life I live
As long as it’s life in your home
Me
I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my body
Making my way up the curves
I reach the shallow holes
That hug the edges of my collarbone
For so long I begged
To be loved by strangers
But the only stranger I touch
Is me
Composure
I let your touch guide me
Drifting into the same energy
We find ourselves visiting
Unspoken yet synchronized desires
Folding within and together
We’re falling into unknown territory
But we will deal with the risks
While time remains still
Third Degree
I cannot stray from the desire
To love with the intensity of a fire
Therefore I am the one to inevitably suffer
From the burns of my own manifested heat
What's Mine Is Yours 