31 Saturday Oct 2015
When I say your name
I want my words
To wrap around your throat
Suffocate you
Make you want me
Make you need me
When I say your name
It’s usually because
I wish I could hear you
Saying my name
The way I say yours
With want
With need
When I say your name
It grumbles from my throat
Suffocating me
I say your name
Because I want you
Because I need you
26 Monday Oct 2015
Posted in Poetry
How do we always seem
To end up back here
In this same place
In this same fucked up way
Sometimes we run away
Other times we chase
Sometimes we build walls
Other times we tear them down
How many times will we
Drag emotional knives
Leaving broken jagged scars
Zippered across each other’s hearts
Yet here I seem to sit
Alone in this dark and dreary room
Wondering if you ever hear me
When I’m whispering your name
21 Wednesday Oct 2015
Posted in Poetry
How often do you think
About the sting
Of my hand
Across your face
About the warmth
Of my tongue
Sliding along your thighs
How often do you fantasize
About the ache
Of my teeth
On your skin
About the feeling
Of my lips
Caressing yours
How often do you dream
About the grip
Of my fingers
Around your throat
About the eruption
Of me
Inside of you
How often do you hunger
For my light
And for my dark
To wrap around you
Take you
Inside and out
To consume you completely
19 Monday Oct 2015
In between
Falling in love
And trying so hard
not to
In between
Releasing my demons
And trying so hard
to keep them leashed
In between
Iron resolve
And trying so hard
to not simply coming undone
It feels like I’m always stuck
Somewhere in between
Keeping myself together
And simply letting go
And lately
I’ve started to wonder
How long I can live
Tapped
In this fucking in between
13 Tuesday Oct 2015
Posted in Poetry
I struggle
some days
To remember her voice
Too often I wonder
Even after all these years
Was there anything
I could have done
To keep her
from going silent
I don’t know
All the pain
That she went through
So maybe it’s
selfish of me
To wish she had stayed
Even if only
To hear her voice
instead
Of a failing memory
08 Thursday Oct 2015
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Somewhere along the way
The fire inside of me
Consumed itself
Burned out and cooled
These things left behind
Nothing but cinder
Dust and gritty ash
Certainly nothing worth
Piecing back together
The only thing left
Is an empty shell
Hollow
Except for the echoes
Of what used to be
Wounded Memories 