This one is for those who love maneaters. That is, until, you’re all eaten up. Thanks for reading you soulmate seeker singeing your lips on those unworthy of your kiss.
Love someone who has the strength to endure you as you are without hoping for what you might be. Thanks for reading you stunning soul searching for its mate.
It’s been so long since we’ve felt this alive
That silent, veiled girl,
I’ve set her aside
To open the cage on my pacing rage
to feed that beast that craves to slay
and now without the twists of your knife
the tears in my sky have all but dried
my sun has set fire to all your lies
my days are bright and
oh. how. they. shine.
show me again the things I’m supposed to be
thin but thick in all your right places
red and black covering my faces
filled in the cracks so there are no spaces
left for me.
I miss the scene of a crowded room, the laughter of tipsy women
The way the air feels late in the night
Her glittering lip gloss in soft golden light
Am I supposed to be me or you
And why is it you who gets to decide?
We ruled the streets; Chucks loose on our feet. Hidin’ Beastie Boys under our toys while the Moms worked double shifts.
Can I pick that part of you to be me? Then can I slip you into my ecstasy?
A poem for the depleted. Stop. Do nothing of consequence. I give you permission.