dream-haunter

If i was to Whisper in your ear Secret sweet nothings would you listen or even care Up Late at night Just the two of us Prior Time had been cut short which left the urge for wanting more Alone at last Individual Existence was lost at the front door quiet giggles, playful Tussles and Soft voices bounce off walls and echo from the wood tile floors Just rambling and Ranting of random non sense that pops into our minds Intimacy now blossoming beautifully Just a few perfect moments can make a mind go blank Amnesia of anything unpleasant that once was Too good to be true both Ignoring the BOLD FACTS and blunt tr

I fear the moment when someone will come along who is able to say all the things you can't, someone to whom my body will betray me. And I swear, on topless memories we've shared and bedsheets that turned yellow beneath us, it was not up to me. I was content to stay tucked beneath your arm, never defining anything, forever, until you decided you were in love with labels So I became a jar of paper-folded secrets that you fold- -ed little parts of your disturbing past in. So if this someone comes along soon I swear I'll begin to doubt just how much of it is owed to you.

she took her coffee black like she took her souls and her tongue has never soaked in anything more acrimonious than every past relationship because she was drawn to hurt that hurts to coffee that scalds to the caress of fire across the roof of a hesitant but welcoming mouth always sipping impatient for the taste behind the burn all she meant with her cream spirit was to sweeten and blend within them till all was soft brown and smooth as true love ought to be but someone has to take the brunt of boldness someone must temper the angry boiling bitter so she poured herself into each and every full-bodied bruiser

Don't speak. Don't move. Don't think. Don't dream. Don't hold yourself together. Don't fall apart. Don't pretend it is all going to be okay. Don't act like it won't be all right. Don't touch me. Don't look away from me. Don't be so needy. Don't be so grateful. Don't act silly. Don't be so serious. Don't have so much fun. Don't be so sullen. Don't cry. Don't laugh. Don't smile. Don't frown. Don't love anyone too much. Don't be so selfish. Don't ignore me. Don't love me too much. Don't breathe. Don't exist.... And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.

I am the bird, trapped in your cage. I cower inside, terrified by your rage. Please let me out. I need to take flight. The wind in my feathers, smiling in the light, but you won't let me out. You laugh at my cry, if you will not free me, please let me die. I cannot go on this way, drowning in fear, day after day, year after year, but you don't have the mercy, don't have the grace. You laugh as I scream, a smile on your face. Fine, be that way, cruel and cold, but I'm sick of playing, your games gotten old. I scratch at your hand. Free! I fly straight ahead. A window unopen, thump! Your bird is dead. You cry out, but you can't hurt me.

your arms wrapped around me that night and clung to me so desperately i could feel the uneven rise of your chest and i knew you weren't okay i couldn't move, you held me so hard as if i were going to disappear at any moment and then i heard your tears and i felt my heart ache with you i could only hold you so tightly as your small frame shook and your hands scraped at my back clung to my shirt, searching for what, i don't know and i rocked you, like you were my child whispering the only soothing words i knew i wished that i could pull you in and absorb everything that caused you pain and make you all better again you're broken into pieces