i’ve never hated you more than when i loved you the most
never needed you as much as when i wanted you the least
heart minced by the teeth, of a savage love. seems
we have yet to go through the belly of the beast.
waking up at four a.m
listening to the storm, i am
thinking of your touch. blush. touch myself. hush.
rush.
bite my lip, tighter grip, fingers slip, i
trust lust
more than i do love sometimes.
if i could i’d tattoo your fingerprints on my skin,
plot points on my flesh where your lips have been
stencil your silhouette where it laid in my bed
engrave words on my skull that are stuck in my head
She has pretty eyes
And prettier lies
Has too much to drink
Every time that she cries,
Has cuts on her shins
And bruised up thighs.
Doesn’t know why
But she’d die for the guy…
i thought that i had completely erased you
but sometimes when i kiss him i taste you
i miss u
I live in the Levis you left at my house,
And I crave your forked tongue kisses
I savor the flavor your name leaves in my mouth
And even my bedding misses
The way the smell of rain off your skin
would seep into it’s threading
And they way we used lay, play, say
silly things from sunrise until its setting.
even the fall of the rain seems to whisper your name
and i still feel your flame flowing through wicked veins.
you love yourself most. love your lovers insane
love leaving us high, dry, wide eyed and stained.
the glass slipper didn’t fit but
we made it work
for what it’s worth
you were last if not the first
for what it’s worth
i kept your shirt.
Sometimes when I go long periods of time without writing I begin to worry that I’ll never write anything worthwhile again. But then I remember that there will always be another boy and another story.
i repeated your name till
my voice was gone
it kept me warm and
awake till the dawn.
the sounds and the syllables
became their own hymn
that echoed through my skeleton.
it played over and over on my lips
reverberated through my skin
it sounded like rapture and tasted like sin
it captured my tongue and wrapped itself in-
to my mouth
made a bed of my gums, and a home in my pout
it’s there when i hum, it’s there when i shout
it swims in my lungs, and soars on my breath
it loves to be sung, and lives to be said.
your kisses taste like sin
i know you think you’re gonna win,
you’re not.
your devil’s grin is tempting but i think that
you forgot
who i am and what
i want
what i need and what
i don’t.
you touch me like i’m beautiful, like my skin’s something arcane,
but this love is something evanescent, opulent and vain.
i write solely of you and the things that you do. did. have done.
even when you’ve lost you’ve won.
i’ve never needed you more than when i wanted you the least.
i’ve never hated you more than when i loved you the most.
