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i find my only solace
when it’s you
and i
f a r away
 and simple;
when we fall asleep
our legs in
knots
our fingers
t i g h t entwined
and deep in dreams.
You always kiss
me twice,
as if the first
was not enough to
show how much you
l o v e me.
and when your breathing
speed declines
and falls a steady
rising pace
i study the smooth
s k i n of your closed
eyes and kiss them
not once, but
twice because
the first was not enough
to show how much i
l o v e you.

take my lips into your cup
drink them down and twist me up
one hard swallow, and i knew
i’d find myself inside of you.

god the way you tilt that smile,
that tempting, vicious, tasty smile
i feel your teeth against my tongue
i think i’ll hold this spot a while.

you said you liked the way it felt
to know that you could make me melt
i must admit you have control
those heavy hands around my soul.

Curtains keep the world outside, they dim the headlights to a foggy
shade of blue.
The dull flicker of cheap cars, greedy humans, hollow life, and earth, are nothing but ideas.
Stories we’ve heard, but dismissed.
With naive denial, the world is a fable, and all signs of life
are here on this bed.
We sit like cross legged children,
not caring where we cast our glances or roam our minds.
The air smells serene; summer and incense.
Our eyelids are
heavy.
Our tongues are weak.
Our skin is alive.
Our lungs are on fire.

Your hands kissing ice to my bare skin, Summon insects to my veins.
They crawl above my ribs and dissipate to all my limbs,
    a million tiny itching parasites of lust
             I want to smash,
but come to find I’m paralyzed by venom to a weakened soul.—

                                       Violated, white-lipped, numb.
                                           concerned at most, of what’s to come…

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There is some kind of void in me; something’s missing.
I can attempt to paint the perfect life in my head, but there’s no way I could attain it.
There are too many strings attached to me I would have to cut, and I can’t.
I feel so tied down. money, relationships, expectations, standards, debt, orders.
I don’t want to have structure, I want to flow- I wan’t to live in art and music.
Spend every waking second traveling, seeing the world, singing, painting, taking pictures, writing, exploring, discovering.
Discovering people.
Discorvering the world.
Discovering myself.
But I settle.
Settle for the small moments when I feel this sense of freedom. Small moments when I feel like myself.
Then I fall back into the “real” worlds grasp.
And tug at the strings now and then- too afraid to hurt myself, or others.
To afraid to cut myself loose.