A Way Out
Heartache pierces the heart Like a fisherman’s hook. Drawing itself out The same way it comes in. In the quiet moments, Solitude whispers secrets Promising singular fidelity. Tightening the noose with silken cord As she croons and combs your hair. Following the golden thread, Sadness holds your hand Listening ever carefully to her siren song,
Perfectly Imperfect
You call me perfect but I’m not. I am broken, beaten, battered shattered in a million pieces. Sure, I sparkle I’ll be your night sky but, I am rough around the edges ~sharp like a knife~ Kiss me, hold me mold me, love me I’ll be your reflection your light in the dark render me
You’re the one I want.
Meet me under the lamplight Quarter past ten, Teeth tongue and nail marks etched upon forbidden skin. Fingers wound in th’other’s hair; searching finding conquering my quivering flesh.