Winded cheeksWill you please fuck me so I can learn to love
the skin that attaches itself to me more than
the person themselves who is actually on top
of me? I know you don't really care about me
so that would make it easier to love your skin
and nothing but. I guess what I'm saying is I'm
trying to find a way to kill my insides and you're
it. How bout' it Joseph? Care to break me down
nice and easy or hard and swift? You're the only
guy I've ever been attracted to besides him...and
you know I love him so obviously that wouldn't work
though it's starting to have its own downfalls.
The irony of poetry and sexShift things around in your head and you're single with skin to skin contact attaching heavy breath.The irony of poetry and sex3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're flexing your body, eyes rolling, jaw lifting there is nothing but increasing pressure on your hips.
The guilt is left inside your chest propelling your heart and jolting adredelaine showing up in your heightened
movements and sinking lungs.
Thoughts are only given the power to let you know it's wrong not the right to connect to your heart
when you have pushed it below the surface. The wrong is what makes it so good too. It's the pressure
on your hips that activates the thrust not the pounding of your pulse or the dividing of your mind
between your id and your superego.
You know nothing but what your body wants you to know and that's what feels good. Shadows are
crawling throughout the room hollowing out cheek bones and hips, you end up thinking it's something
fucking beautiful, when it's just fucking. There is nothing poetic about fucking a body when it's only
a body, there is no
Distance collects like When I wrote "I love you" on your palm I never thought it'd mean more than I love your ribs, and your spine, and when your stomach slides over mine and blushes with heat against me.Distance collects like4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't think I'd be leaning against the sink throwing up and thinking "I'd love for you to see me this ugly, love for your lips to brush against the goose bumps on my bare shoulder blades and feel the heaves shake my whole body and the only words that would leave those lips would be 'it's okay, i love you.' "
I wander in my house drunk, fall down the hall dragging my fingers against the wall asking myself where my bed is so I can tell you I'm sorry until I feel my chest drop and I sink to the floor swallowing myself in one thought and whispering: "No more, no more. I know."
I miss you in more ways then one, and it isn't all your lips or hips or ivory skin but it is your voice and heart and soul. You do not miss a soul if
All we know is each otherGetting off in a limo, my spine sliding down the leatherAll we know is each other2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slick and sticky with your face in my lap burying yourself
so deep into me. Jaw clenched and fingers traveling through
your hair often pulling or retracting.
My bodies motion only lives in your excelling desires
where everything else quiets and the noises slip like thoughts.
The windows down, the breeze swelling my already grown
goosebumps as we blend like watercolors bleeding into each other
and becoming things we didn't know existed. I like that life boils
into this sometimes, I like that your body can be cupped round mine
and the world can be flying by with all it's madness and beauty and
still at that moment
all we know is each other.
This will destroy you."We are running away from home, and who we are, and your skin is meeting me at the edges where we tear our seams apart like ribbons waiting to be pasted onto some portrait, but what we're doing isn't going to make something beautiful. It's just tearing us apart, and I wanted to tell you that I'm not doing it anymore, but your lips slid into that scar I told you about, and I felt the edges creak and everything inside of me ached to be torn. But you-you, we- can't we just be okay?"This will destroy you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I know what it's like to want to stop, and grace yourself with blush and hope you look okay, and miss your skin, and press it to someone. But our skin isn't meant to blush or breathe, it is meant to break and blemish. We are swimming in ourselves, and our skin is holding all that in, but we need to flood each other and so we tear, and tear, because the ribbons let you out. They let you out. Would you rather bloat?"
"My visions of your face are blurred and I miss the skin on your hips because it hurts too fuck
the better thingsthe better things4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. break the bones that burn under your skin, but believe in the blood that warms it. we are forever changed by the sweeter songs of the stars we fall from.
2. i won't look at you, or you, or you, and i know tomorrow when i sing for her you will all trip over the tile and your tongue but nothing will change outside of you. or me. we might miss each other terribly for two seconds, but we will be the same and i thank god for that
3. winter treats you well, orange ash boy. vermont expands your diaphragm and the girls are aching to fill it. (i am aching to fill it.) your freckles are there and not here, and i realize that i love you
4. i was cleaning out my car and vacuuming the backseat when i noticed a cigarette burn on the floor. and i thought, "how did this get here?" and then i thought, "oh." and i thought about all the people i don't talk to anymore, and it was okay. it really was
5. it was seventy three degrees friday when i was driving and i know it's not economically-conscious to
If you need me1.)If you need me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I can't always be fine. If you want I can stay by your side,
but I won't always be fine.
It is only a matter of time before you succumb to fire and
release your stiff tired soul into the atmosphere. It's been
a long tired road and the more she leaves the more you forget
about taking care of yourself. The more you remember how terrible
being alone can be. And no amount of creek bed or blue skies, or
green barns can help being alone. The weather feels like your
only company at times and your mind cuts past motivation like
a blinding explosion stripping bodies from their grounded state.
Or cementing to their position. I wish you could care for yourself
because I love you but the demons don't always let love win.
sometimes they build things in us from each other and we can only
promise that we'll hold up so much before we start falling over.
Please be strong.
it's sad because I know you, I know how impossible that is and
how many words are said and how many promises are lost and how