

a declarationw elay llay like children curled in the womb in the dark with our secret whispers that say i i love you and we take the skeletons sof my half shadow lovers and crush them, underfoot, even the one that taught me never to trust or to love aynone but himself and the fawnboy by the shore who nevr lvoed me, who i swore i'd die for in love i swore i'd die i lve i love you but i never thought i could, but your kiss i saw birds on the horizon and now i know why they fly for the warmth whene the winter comes because i didn't want to be frozen ice cold forever and we fit like we were mad e to likw we wwere curled in wthe woma declaration


reclamationi am hollowed out where you used to be i am a gaping black hole of organs and biologyreclamation
but not you
now i am empty again i am me


untitledyou mould me with auntitled
metal-wrought mind and mechanics in my chest my eyes are whitehot glass my skin is sheetmetal i bend under your hands
i want a lotusheart to grow in my ribcage
to put my love inside letters and cry peacocktears i can feel you don't love me when i can feel your breath on my skin, the screaming flower in my chest, the lovewounds of your nails on my back


your bodyi rip open your back take out your spine and find out what's inside with my fingers counting vertabrae and my lips on your heart you are biology but so much more with sparks in your hands and lakes in your eyes my face is dead by the side of the road my face is a corpse in the winter i am hidden in boot-tracksyour body
in the snow i am hidden in the folds of your skin in smilelines, in handmaps, the flesh of your mouth i walk in frost with your freckles weighing down my pockets and wish i could climb into your skin
I love spring

strangulation is how we sleepthis house is sostrangulation is how we sleep
cold. these winds seem to seep through the cracks and crevices and flow into us and we breath it in, it's fucking poison and the ice freezes in our lungs and chests and hearts and this house
is
so
cold.
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we are always starving our stomachs empty and we are craving
everything, foodshelter attentionlove love love and our skulls are showing through delicate blue-lined paper-thin skin. everything is tightened and tighter and tighter and tighter - str
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Be inspired: *simplypoetry and *simplyprose.
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Need to go somewhere to get Air
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if faith is all we've got,
than we must have a lot.
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Be you own hero.
Be your own saviour.
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'Beauty will save the world'
--Fyodor Dostoevsky
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"...and I'm totally going to chicken myself out!"-Litara
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...miau?
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Be you own hero.
Be your own saviour.
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