The thing that I loved about you most, Is the way your eyes looked. I enjoyed the look of wonderment they held.   I remember staring at you For so long. For too long.   [insert awkward pause here]   Your eyes were Intense. Silent. Beautiful.   Like the way mine danced up your skin And wandered down your neck, along Veins and ink lines And...

I love the way you make my hair stand on end. I love the way you make my eyelashes bend as I close them for a second like flower petals in the wind. And the way my eyes dilate when you softly press your fingers against the pin cushion that is my heart. The way you mold...

To look at your words and think #jerseycity is all rainbows and sunshine.   Fuck that.   I can’t deal with it. How are you "famous" For being the lamest? Can’t take criticism for the life of you. Everything you get is a gift. You aren’t lucky. You sacrifice others for the sake of yourself.   Selfish instincts Got you thinking...

I'm really not as strong as I say I am. Imagine, Every day there is a battle held in your heart and mind. Logically - You are given your options. Naturally - You request yourself to walk away. As common of a request, it is often ignored. But then your heart, It feels Lighter, Aerated, Relieved. As if...

I moved these fur-covered legs from The snow for a moment and into the desert sands. Stripped away my boots and clothes. Revealed the purity in me that had been left Unspoiled Untainted Untouched. Not saying you are entirely worthy per say, But expressing that you were delivered a glimpse at gold. Gold...

Baby, Take a swish of that drink you call dish soap. Take a lick of that skin, Tongue's gonna be broke. Like blisters And jokes that bubble up at the core like a fizzy coke. Let that Liquid Leather Latex, Baby, lady Too scared for little Pitter-patter foot steps. Click clack, Girl's walk too fancy for a little-choke-neck-chicken-bone-ass of...

This little Red velvet Sweet tongue of Yours is what's out of control. The way you roll it Like it's candy in a vat and Sugarcoat it. Gently casting this silent glance On the motions Full blown emotions Coursing down rivers and waters And streams and oceans Because the Candy Man can. And when I'm done gloating about how wonderful...

I've got to step on your toes With my pinky fingers Walking down the tracks Where a man deliberately Got run over by a train This elephant That donkey I'm sick to my stomach Neither of them are right But I'm not right either I'm indecisive Walking down the tracks Built by blood ...

Tonight we sit in the silence of disappointment It doesn't echo like the comfort of snow It's miserable. Darkness comes an hour earlier, Stocks plummet, Dead presidents roll in their graves. Many took bathroom breaks from parties And returned to funerals. We shelve our books And unlock the weapons from our armories. Rewriting reality For what...

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