I crack the dawn over a sizzling skillet of self aggrandizing about my position in your life and then the punishing rush begins the onslaught to my swollen throat of the very hottest over controlling fascination made from only the finest handpicked Kenyan coffee beans which accidentally gives me more courage than I can actually … Continue reading the ladyking of Ephyra
You gave up on me before I could give up on you Yet I wanted you still So I ran to him scared and crushed You make my chest hurt, you make my eyes water, you make my mind race itself to nowhere and I don’t care But he’s kind to me and you’re not … Continue reading Silver or Lead
I can’t stop so Yesterday was like the first day I excite him and still I am nothing I couldn’t keep my heart to myself His walk turned me on Yet he doesn’t know I’m alive Why isn’t his company plenty? For a second it was magic. Soon though I will wonder When will I … Continue reading Ping Pang Qiu
Me to him: I actually can have you, physically, locked up, forever, with no way out. You make me weak. But I know you don’t get the fact that this is horrible for me. I’m like some sick dirty old pervert crazy lady who buys you sex toys and sucks you off. I don’t know … Continue reading The Devil Tarot Card
I know better than this and now I’m like Baby, I can’t anymore. They tell me find someone who makes you feel good about yourself. But look at me still loving you with all the love I have yet it’s no good. You’re obsessing again, I tell myself. These day dreams are stunting my emotional … Continue reading The Tears of the Simulacrum
Today I will accept myself and work on improving my own life. I look good. Fuck you. I feel good. Fuck me. And everything works out for me… I just want to be sexy enough to not have to think about this shit and yet I’m devastated and deflated and unhappy at my own unhappiness- … Continue reading Rebecca Bunch
You’re right half of the time So I hunt you but not to have you because if I ever got you I’d just release you And I’m right half of the time and I know that wishing and itching I hunt you trying, aching, dying- but not to own you promising and overtly lying- because … Continue reading Cacciatore
