..

Merely having wings doesn't make you

an angel that can soar above the sun

blocking out the moon so it appears to

form a halo, but you're not fooling anyone.

The Sharpest End

I've wanted to write you today,

I wanted to tell you that,

everyday since you left,

I've written this and thrown it away,

over and over and over again,

in ink, in blood, on paper, on flesh.

I will not let myself suffer like this,

I will not bleed my heart for you,

my flesh is not worth your empty promises,

I've created art from my skin,

cut my way to beauty.

The mirror still reflects nothing,

Someday I will find myself.

Oclaug Divad: The Mirror Can't See Inside

Get out of my face.

You disgust me.

You make me want vomit.

Every once in a while, I devise some outlandish plan to kill you.

I'd strangle the life from you.

I'd breathe in deep as you lost your breath.

Watching you die would make me feel more alive than I've ever felt.

If only I could see you.

Still

It's been almost three years since we first met. Your perfume may have changed but your scent is the same
We've encountered many obstacles, we've gone back and forth, we've done it all...twice.
After all this time, my heart still flutters. After all this time, I'm still 'twitterpated'. After all this time,
I still want you.
My lady of the sea, my flying siren.
Be mine, and I'll be yours forever.

These hands

These hands have held you.

These hands have stopped your breath.

These hands have felt a fire that shapes them to asphyxiate.

These hands are covered.

These hands will shake you.

These hands will not be contained.

These hands will give you a quick answer.

These hands will never let go.