Damaged

You painted my soul with colors we can only dream up

And you brought them to life with the intensity piercing from your dark stare

My heart was once filled to the brim because of you

But you drank from it and left me empty

 

You breathed your desire on my skin

And smeared passion on my lips

We devoured each other until there was nothing left

I’ve never felt so used, have you?

 

Your love was toxic

I’m still draining the poison from my heart

I remember the nights you licked the lust off my curves

You glared at me with hungry eyes and I thought I would melt before you

 

We shattered each other time and time again

You ripped me apart and I wrecked you

But I’ll love your damaged heart if you’ll love mine

Our broken pieces can fit together

I Am Me And Nothing More

I’m lost when I’m with others
For no one else can save me
I’m forgotten when I’m needed
Forsaken when I’m used
I’m wise to play the fool
So no one knows what my brain can do

I’m a free spirit trapped inside myself
A caged heart searching for the very fire to melt the bars of its bone prison
I’m a wild card who lost her edge
I run around in circles living a life of pure dread
Stuck in a cycle of self pity and hate
But I love myself more than any other soul

I crave attention and touch
Yet I hate to be bothered
I want the world in my hands but I despise it so
I want your ears
Knowing I’ll never be understood

I’ve turned love into a game
And I detest losing
I’ll lure you in and leave you wanting
Still I’ll curse your name if you dare make me wait
Plead with me and I may show you mercy
But don’t expect to here me beg

I have too much pride and low self esteem
I praise my own name
Yet I put myself down
My faults are many
Still I’ll never change
I’ll make a wish and believe it so
Then laugh at another’s superstition

Because I am an angel without a halo
And I am wicked with a pretty soul
I am yours and somebody else’s
Then I am nobody’s but my own
You may posses my heart and still it will search
You can hold me captive but I will run free
Let me go and I might stay near
Or maybe I will float away like the petals from a dandelion blown by your wind

I never know what I’ll do until I finally do it
I care what others think until I’m hurt and shaken
And suddenly my heart is stone and nothing more can break it

When you want tamed, I am wild
When you want more, I am less
I am a natural disaster leaving everyone I love in the wake of my destruction
I stand before you but I am gone
I hear but I do not heed

I am naked before you wearing my favorite flaws
Don’t undress what you can’t appreciate
Don’t let your judgement cloud your sight
I have been tossed aside many a time
But I am meant to be admired
For I am the moon dusting the mountains                                                                       Displayed for all to see yet just out of reach

I am a wanderess without a compass
I am a queen with a flower crown
I demand your everything or nothing at all
I am the desire that seeps from the heart
I am the words that spill from treasured tongues
The lust that drips from supple lips

I am what you want
Never what you need
I am me and nothing more

To Love From Hate

I was born from you
When you went sour
You set me free
I reveled in your loss
I gathered your broken pieces
I put them together the best I could
But everything I touch turns ugly
I envy your happy smile
And the way you draw others to you
I hate your joy
It suffocates me so
When you’re miserable
I can finally breathe
I can spread to those you’ve touched
And make them mine
Hold them captive
Because I’m lonely

I bet you didn’t know I can love too
I love to hate you

Once Upon a Lie

Daily Prompt: Distant

 

Two deceptions, false perceptions

Fraudulent

Love on mind, bliss so blind

Ignorant

Souls immerse behind a curse

Complacent

Forgotten lust, losing trust

Impatient

Believe the lies, eyes on the prize

Figment

Feelings dull, in a lull

Stagnant

Revealing flaws, losing cause

Constant

Truth is spoken, hearts now broken

Distant

Cosmic Dream

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You appear as a dream born of the cosmos, you kiss like the full moon, your soul tastes of mystic stardust, and your wings ride off on planets

Your mind is a galaxy, vast and full, gravity is lost in you, with every cluster in your eyes, you rouse my bones and skin

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You smell of hopes and wild intentions, and possess a celestial love so deep, you sail alongside meteors, your spirit is luminescent

You bathe in a nebula sea, while your fingers drink in the sun, breathing the same air as God, you speak in constellations

All of this, you are to me

And I, a mere comet in your universe

Writer With a Cause

I’m utterly lost without you

My world has become a temple built of you

My soul is your throne

My hand, your instrument

We are known for falling for other humans

I have a human I adore

But you are my passion

I was created to write

A day without writing leaves me feeling incomplete

I scribble, I create, I express

Still I crave more

I’m a writer without a reader

I was made to write

I feel it in my blood, stronger everyday now

It unifies my bones

It seeps through my skin

Pours from my lips

Bleeds from my pen

It fills me to my fingertips

I ache to let it out and put it on display

I was born to write

Whatever a purpose is, this is it

Whatever a calling has been, this is mine

Whatever my pain is, this is my cure

Whatever my mood may be, this is my clarity

Tell me I’ve done for you what you have done for me

Declare my worth in your name

Adore my works for you are my muse

You are my arrow, sweet words

You are the only thing I know to be true

You are the only form I naturally possess

Dwell in me the rest of my days

For I cannot fathom another way to live

You are

And I am

So let’s be

Enchanted Nights

 

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The moon sees me

My heart, my desires, my secrets

She feels them tugging at her

My soul meets with her every night and they whisper about dreams dancing in my head

My soul is awake and never settles

She wanders with the moon in search of another

My bones mean nothing in the night yet my skin is still alive waiting to be touched

My spirit is free and rebellious

She hears all and listens to no one

My whole being, all of me

Stimulated by wishes that fill the sky

Moonstruck

Brimming with stardust

The night was made for such wildness

Too Far Gone

Withering are her morals

Loose are her actions

Alive is her spirit with

Too many distractions

She pretends not to care

But strong are her convictions

Love lost it’s luster now

A slave to Mom’s predictions

If love is the way

Yet no true one

What choice does she have

Than to be done

My soul to bare

If you wish to see me. If you care to know me. Don’t just read my words but hold them. I open my soul to you for it has been ever shut.

What once was empty now is full, only to be emptied tomorrow. And when tomorrow becomes today, I must fill my soul with happiness. For we are not born laughing. We learn from those surrounding us. Just as we learn to hurt from those same beings.

And while our instinct is to cry, we hold it within ourselves. Until the night befalls us and we allow ourselves to dwell in the darkness of our despair.

For we believe the delusion that we are only pretty when we smile. And the soul can never be beautiful when drenched in tears. That our hearts are only good for holding secrets. Secrets that shouldn’t be spoken aloud lest we expose our truest forms.

Yet I put my thoughts on display, confident I will be judged. But who am I to hide my soul from the world?

So you may peer inside me, beyond my wild smile, beyond my sunshine eyes and know that I feel very real and raw.

That every smile is a choice.

I choose my happiness.

Dirty Love

Who decides which of us deserve love? She asks the moon every night.

The only love she’s ever known was always taken from her. Men force their love on her, spilling it on her body.

Afterwards, she becomes irrelevant, not a thought wasted on her until the next craving.

So she gives herself on a pole to any man who walks in. Her heart melting on the stage before each private dance.

Because you don’t need your heart when you’re given love in the form of thirsty eyes, raised pants and crinkled paper.

This is what she sold her body and soul for.

This cannot be love. But it’s the only love she knows.