I know you always say:
"If you are not with me
You are against me"
But I would accept
Not being with you
If it really meant
I could be against you
Tag: touch
Uncontrollable
I didn’t have a choice
Tiny touches of hope
In your eyes
Slowly tilted and tugged
Drained and tired
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
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.
Me
I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my bodyÂ
Making my way up the curvesÂ
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
Favorite Song
Imagine a poisonous melody
That’s stuck inside your headÂ
And no matter what you seem to do
It’s a tune you can’t forget
But replace it with a feeling
Still on loop it will never end
Like fingertips against the skin
You will never touch again
Always Me
Dripping in sin
Cold with a grin
She’s begging to touch
But you never give in
Poisonous tongue
Only for fun
A dangerous game
You have now just begun
Take one more step
Don’t hold your breath
There’s rapture inside
But it all ends in death
I can feel his whisperÂ
behind closed doors.
The harmonic undertonesÂ
pass me by as I wrapÂ
myself in the smooth melody,
wishing to be the song he humsÂ
under his breath inÂ
the midst of darkness.