I won’t ask forgiveness
I hoped you would forget about the things I said
I promise it was never you…
And I won’t see you fall when all you have to do
Is let me go and put these memories to rest
I don’t care at all, but the tears, they do
Where they fall is where I lose another piece of you
I know that the sinless
Don’t understand what it’s like to regret; I’m in over my head
I kept it all away from you…
Let me go; I’ve been failing you
These memories will fade away
And I’ll disappear too
I don’t care at all, but the scars, they do
I keep secrets better than promises to you
I am the sun
and you
are the moon:
my tidal-wave
tears
are controlled
by you
So when it's 2am
in the middle of the night,
I know why
I can't
sleep tight.
You may have seen me
You may have not
Nothing more than ordinary
Normal like most
I haven’t lived many adventures
But many I can tell
Being Goldilocks’s big sister
and the Nanny of Hansel and Grettel
I am no princes, nor damsel in distress
But I was Cinderella’s bride’s maid
and the pure and beautiful princess
also took my breath away
My hair is not that long
But I know someone who does
Rapunzel is in my class
Shining in beauty and charm
Prince Charming is my cousin
still looking for the beauty
that sleeps somewhere
in a lost foreign tower
I am just an observer, a wacher,
a smile in the shadows of
What she asks me (to my sister) by blackdahlia911, literature
Literature
What she asks me (to my sister)
She asks me why I'm crying
and I say it's because I miss you.
How can she not see that?
She tells me that the bird that flew into the house
was tied to her own symbolic death.
She gave up what she knew
but she still hasn't given up control
and so the world pushes her
and pushes her,
the house floods,
she breaks her toe,
she says it was pointing straight up to the ceiling,
she stepped on glass,
she doesn't sleep
and she doesn't sleep,
she calls me,
cries to me,
she misses the dogs
and she is angry because she doesn't understand,
but I don't understand either or at least in ways she would want to hear,
I tell her I am here for her,
I t
I'm getting used to
the way our lips
move together,
indentations and teeth,
there are inhalations
and then there are not,
his fingertips trace over my clavicle
and rake over my ribs like piano keys,
my hands find his hair
and I can't let go,
he presses his cheek to my palm with his eyes closed
and I can feel his skin sparking against mine,
I lose my mind and I lose my mouth,
I go to speak and nothing comes out,
then his lips form math equations
that seem only to be able to be solved
with a kiss,
the sunlight and the dirt holds us here,
so we fall into the arms of the earth
and I think I might be ok if it never let go.
A Rush of Blood, The Way Love Aches by blackdahlia911, literature
Literature
A Rush of Blood, The Way Love Aches
I feel him feeling me
and then I feel him letting go,
fingertips slip away from my skin,
and my ribs are left with a ghost's impression,
vertical lines run up and down my thighs
and the sun kisses the small of my back,
my blood, oh, my blood,
it runs red as my sins,
my legs break at the synapses
but I can feel the moon putting me back together,
the darkness pulls me but I am no longer afraid,
something tells me I've been here before,
fresh meat, no longer fresh, but tender,
now I'm flipping through the pages of his mind,
but I've found his heart has it's own set of teeth,
for he has latched onto me with leechy fangs
that fall hard agains
I love your skin,
the way it hums melodies against my own,
that warm buzz that exudes out your pores like honey,
but I love you for more than your skin,
I love your soul and the way it moves me,
the way your chest rises to fall again,
the way you make me feel like I've just begun in an ending world.
I. Lust is a skin disease,
your skin on mine,
our forearms brush
and harmonies fall hard on our backs,
the air runs thick through our opaque paper lungs
as we move in forests of wild bamboo and ripened fruit,
there is an art to being succulent,
ready to be plucked from an orchard tree
as an apple,
as a tangerine,
as a cherry.
II. Love lies in the mind,
in the heart,
a subtle pull, a tug,
and I'm writhing on the floor in heaps of untamed emotion,
to say I love you?
no control,
the empathy rolls off my tongue like my own saliva,
I've started swallowing chameleon hearts to blend with the earth,
but you can still see me,
for I never fell for y