kidnameddispute

We spent our nights star gazing on the top of that local bar on 5th street. You said you loved me by night, that no star or moon in any given universe could compare to me; that we were lost warriors searching for a home within the roots of one another. I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living, searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave. You shook me then, kissing me where it hurt most- just to test a theory. You whispered, "Like dead birds, you are not faceless; your rib cage has a meaning." And I believed I loved you then underneath the moon and stars tipsy on your smile and your words a

I live behind a locked door, And no one has the key. It has been years, maybe more Since someone talked to me. The solitude was nice at first, The quiet let me think. But soon it took a turn for worse— Now all I do is blink. So be careful, my dear friends, When you wish for privacy. Count to 5 when patience bends Or you'll end up just like me.

Knees bend, hands shake, Lips part, hearts break, Blood pumps, thoughts fly, Bodies melt, worries die, Heads swim, fingers touch, Tongues rub, clothes bunch. Butterflies, adrenaline, Testosterone and estrogen, We fit like a glove, so... Kiss me again, love?

Crumpled Crippled Stay still, my darling, Stay living, my love. Fiery venom pulses under your war-worn skin, Whilst fractures and teardrops map where you have been; And I want to hold you Just once more, To trace your delicate jawline, To kiss what's left of your half-eaten lips. I open my arms to you, my love. Take me as I am; Take me as you are. No more bloodshed here, my dear Just take me with you, As you promised One         Bittersweet                                Lifetime                                                 Ago.

In my dreams It was me in your arms My lips on yours There was only us And the clouds And the stars It was the world and us It was us against the world But in your arms I could take it Anything the world dished out And with your kisses I was strong again In my dreams it was me in your arms My lips on yours But in reality It's always been her

listen: fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider. but i liked the idea of it. listen: two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme. and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end." listen: on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape. lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged ho