A brunette
with an August birthday
finds herself in your arms
but which one is it this time?
Your hands
caressing her skinny figure
skin so thin you can feel her ribs
crushing beneath your relentless fingers.
She waits, hurriedly anxious
as you prepare yourself,
fearful of the consequences of lust,
how one night can turn into a lifetime.
The unfamiliar bed
which you have seen so many times,
but never laid in, this way, with her,
has room for both of you tonight.
Electric touch keeps the both of you in raptures,
devouring the very essence of each other,
with soft love bites,
everywhere.
Soon there will be nothing left,
both of you reaching the fleeting peak of elation
only to begin the descent into shame,
for you are far too young to really know
what you have just done.
But for now, as you hold her,
she is the entire world to you,
and I do not know where I stand,
or if I can even stand at all.
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Girl
Those hours you spent
doing your make up,
fixing your hair,
would have been better spent
with someone who truly cares.
I wish you knew
that appearance isn't everything,
that looks can deceive
in the same way that a charged look across a crowded room
can destroy the hardiest of souls.
But
you don't understand,
the girl with everything,
striving for perfection in front of a cracked mirror,
it can never be so.
Keep trying.
doing your make up,
fixing your hair,
would have been better spent
with someone who truly cares.
I wish you knew
that appearance isn't everything,
that looks can deceive
in the same way that a charged look across a crowded room
can destroy the hardiest of souls.
But
you don't understand,
the girl with everything,
striving for perfection in front of a cracked mirror,
it can never be so.
Keep trying.
Second Chances
Sometimes
I wonder what it would be like
not to feel.
To live one day
without the restless torrent of emotion
beating down upon my already heavy heart.
To go through life
as free as a bird
unrestrained
captivated
by whatever should take my fancy.
Then I think about you
and the marks you have left
on what was an unblemished soul
and I wonder if it's worth it,
in the end.
I wonder what it would be like
not to feel.
To live one day
without the restless torrent of emotion
beating down upon my already heavy heart.
To go through life
as free as a bird
unrestrained
captivated
by whatever should take my fancy.
Then I think about you
and the marks you have left
on what was an unblemished soul
and I wonder if it's worth it,
in the end.
The Passenger
The train
with all its stops and starts,
a mechanism for a hungry heart
with nowhere to go.
Each stop is a start,
never knowing where you will take me,
But each start is a stop
when there is only so far to go.
Yet I let you board the train
not knowing where we are going
or how long the journey will take.
It is this trusting faith
that will be my downfall.
Dedicated to Liam Temple, for starting this whole crazy idea.
with all its stops and starts,
a mechanism for a hungry heart
with nowhere to go.
Each stop is a start,
never knowing where you will take me,
But each start is a stop
when there is only so far to go.
Yet I let you board the train
not knowing where we are going
or how long the journey will take.
It is this trusting faith
that will be my downfall.
Dedicated to Liam Temple, for starting this whole crazy idea.
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