Category: her plus heart equals hurt

Make me chase you, my loveMake me runtill i sweattill i dry Force me to struggleInsist i persist Dupe me with false victoryand have me hunt again Inspire my desiremy lovebut relent not Surrendernever Don’t give infrom telling meto give up Ever evademy invasive reverence Always slip nimble or nibblethrough my sticky fingerswith your slick…

If you have to lieto someone you lovethey aren’t really with you They are with your lie You already lost themeven if they are standing right there

some days, when the flames die downand bullets stop flying some days, when the boulders cease to rollwhen the sky stops falling some days, when the swords are sheathedand the poison put away some days, when the pain endswhen the agony is over some days, when the danger abidesand peace sets in I feel like…

You told new you’d write me love poemsbut you didn’t write a thingSo i wrote all the love poemsof you and your beautiful wings

is it that you are with him? or not with me?is it cuz you read his eyes? or not my poetry? is it cuz he parts your thighs? or is it cuz I’m alone?he hears your pleasure cries, you loving sighsand no one hears my poems is it cuz he has your sex?or because I…

you can have whatever you want, my loveyou want blood? money? sex? vengeance?Someone else? you can have whateverthe fuckyou want, my love

i bet you love himi bet you do his laundryi bet you make him dinner i bet you laugh at all his jokesi bet you support his every dreami bet you hang on his every word i bet you are there when he falls asleepi bet you are there when he wakes upi bet you…

I’m sorry, my love wasn’t enoughto make you stop doing drugsselling your bodyabusing your familydestroying yourselfwanting to die I triedbut you kept on doing drugsselling your bodyabusing your familydestroying yourselfwanting to die all I could dowas save you from me I’m sorry I wasn’t enoughto save youfrom you I’m so glad he is thoso so…

i want to sit, alone, in the dark and embracethe emptiness, like warm pillows, in a cold room i want to be nothing, in nothing, with nothingi want nothing from nothing no thingnot think untiedi want to benot no knotsnaught i want to unexistcalmly, happily and quietlyalone i wantto not want i want to not…

god is mathematics, laughing at ussuch a badass, it’s truly tragic the crying, silent violence inside usthe mindless riots, asking “why not?” like a time bombalways tickingtill it winds downto something sickening we insist, still, on resistinglistlessly kissing, then missing as we love, with all our heartswhile god above, tears us apart devouring art from…