"come here," you whisper and I sink into your skin the steady beat of my enthrallment echoes softly under my chin I trace your lips, your hips, yearning shivers under fingertips at my ear, a hushed percussion pulses we are slow dancing,…
your chatgpt poetry doesn't work on me I read energy and yours is weak ai writes you some lines, some pretty lies but just because it rhymes doesn't make it enough you're not in love, you're a rough draft that you keep…
Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
some people are fire consuming, burning hot and needy greedy you may mistake their warmth and glow may get too close they will engulf you scald your flesh until you're a sloughing mess of bone and ragged breath when their desire fades…
STOP most often sometimes it's PROCEED WITH CAUTION canary yellow skin dimming in an ashen fashion. PUSH. PULL. I know, I'm a handful. but on digital roads full of suitors, I flash a red mouthful of DO NOT ENTER's. DANGER. once, it…
there's a pink spot by my pinky toe where a blister lived eight months ago and I told myself when that blister heals you'll be gone but it stayed here. it doesn't hurt anymore what I mean is, it's only sore when…
and if you have ever been abandoned. be a constant. if you have ever been wrapped up in nights so dark, you could not find your way back home. be light. if you have ever fallen apart into a thousand fractured pieces and wondered where on earth everyone has gone. be present. if you have ever felt unworthy. unbeautiful. unseen. unknown. unheard. be love. i tell you the truth. some of the most precious things we learn, are from the fires we've endured.
"Your heart is safe with me." Please. If I believed all your petty sorry pretty words I'd thank you again for the lessons. "I've never had a love like this." What, that first kiss? Cried myself 31 miles home. I should have…
I thought my stomach was fluttering but it's stuttering, it's uttering groans of indigestion all that clutter to shutter, but it hovers in my throat something is devouring me from the inside they were moths not butterflies