Will You Love Her?

Will you love her, love her senseless,
plastered black against the night walls
of a million stars drowning beneath the surface of the sea?
Will you kiss her, knock her backwards, bleed her down until the end?
Will you break her, will you
make her, will you shake her hard
against the walls that try to hold us all together?
Will you love her, will you shove her down a flight of
broken stairs?
Will you kill her, will you grill her, question all the actions
against the rhythm of our sanity?

Because
I need to know, know if this love is real
in the vicarious search of blue passion
oozing across the skin.
All I want to do is watch you fall
scream first, into the trappings of a misogynistic
love.

end of the night

sugar and bones,
cracked beneath the grind
of my teeth, fingers scraping
the skull of the bowl
as i fall forward, my mouth
against yours, fingers enlaced
as i take your hair and pull,
forcing you closer,
close enough as if i could
swallow you whole
before this night ends.

Damage It All

Shh.
I'll drift you quiet in the night,
kiss you back upon the face
of the mountain,
dry your tears and lie,
saying it's alright.
But you, your lips
carved in stone, eyes sunken pools
upon the surface
of the water,
you smile only for the pleasure
of someone I've never met
and I know
there's no chance for me,
to pry the corners of your body
open, lick you down
and wash the memories of another
man away from you.
So I bite my tongue
and the blood runs dear, sticky
and sweet, a sugar
coating to my words as I try
to slowly strip away your defenses
and damage the two of us
beyond all repair.

Make it Happen

07/13/12

I wish for you to bind
me clean,
peel back the layers of my clothing,
trace the underside
of my breasts and kiss
me slowly
before you pry me open.
Because I'll dream of your hands
branded against the bones
of my hips, fingers locked,
breath shaking,
mind reeling as I let myself
fall forwards into you.

I hope that I can make this happen.

Eat

Eat

lest you become insubstantial.

I can hear the soft

grinding of the bones within my ears,

natural reflexes,

swallow and chew,

chew and swallow.

Somewhere along the lines

I lost that feeling and started

wanting to devour you.

How would it feel to

drain your blood and drink it,

know tour own personal taste

that no other has tried,

feel your brittle bones

crack beneath my teeth,

tearing muscle off of it

and chew,

swallow.

Let it dissolve within me.

Feel you cold from ice,

sluggish as the blood drips out,

staining my lips and fingers,

feel you burning from flame,

charred with the smell of burning flesh,

torching my insides and I bite down.

I want you to become a part of me,

so eat,

crack the marrow from the bones,

tearing vessels and arteries,

I’ll take the knife and fork to you

and place you on my dinner plate.

I’ve got an unhealthy appetite

with a pulsing desire on the side

to kiss you.

I watch as you sit there,

head back, eyes wide,

watching only me.

I’m drinking your and my desire

while I’m placing kisses down your neck

and I can taste some inner part of you

from that cut deep within your neck.

I painted your picture

as I spread across the room,

delicate like spider’s silk.

I’d be feasting off your gaze,

only for me,

sampling pieces of your soul,

chew and swallow again and again

until nothing remains of you

except inside of me.

Eat

before I become insubstantial

from the love that’s choking

me.

Aim to Find You

10/15/12

This is not good for my heart.
I am watching,
openly, out of the corner
of my eye when I least
expect it, scanning
my surroundings,
my memories overlapping
unconsciously with the present.
I am trying to find you
even when I know that
you are not here.
I aim to find you,
no matter how small the resemblance,
the hoodie of the man walking past me,
the flash of blond hair
from across the room,
each moment building until
it all comes crashing down
with the realization of
this strange emptiness
of when you are not near me.
And I am afraid
to tell you this.

Search for You

I will search for you,
my fingers clawing gently
on the underside of my ribs
as I attempt to open my body,
slice clean along the side of my lungs,
bite down till I bruise
the pink of my lips a deep purple,
staining my heart outward
with each beat and breath of my body,
measuring each second of my existence
as something alive.
I need you with me, on me,
carved deep along the marrow
in my bones, the beat
of a dull heart cupped
within my hands, blood spattered
up the length of my arms,
your name forever engraved across my body.
But this is fine,
even when nobody can see you,
as I become unravelled
at the seams, fingers digging,
nails clawing to open
the soft container of your body,
as if by this form of love
I could meld you to me.
As if I could ever find the will
to let you go.