Make me hate it Tare me up-push me down Make me scream and I'll be satiated. Tare my heart out If I cry, it's alright I'm in need of a hand to feed my doubt. Chain me closer let me feel how the steel cuts my skin like the knife was supposed to. Leave me broken in a heap on the floor as I strain to hear words still unspoken Victimize me what I want is to feel how you feel when it's Me you're accusing. Note: Please don't interpret this as a kinky sex poem...it...

This is how I Want to remember us. like the smell of the rain on the fall leaves different from any other kind of rain. and I still need it more. This is how I Want to remember us. the same way I remember being completely lost in the dark praying that I won't fall down This is how I Want to remember us. like the color white-and black maybe but mostly the color of trees and of storms that come slowly This is how I Want to remember us. like we are, is, was, were, will be whe...

Imagine for a momentwhat it feels liketo have heart shaped razorsdancing a tango through your stomach.Does it hurt?Not nearly as much as it should.Let's continue.Now think of a hopeno a regretsame thing so it doesn't matter-don't hurt yourself.Calmly set them both-or none-ablaze.Don’t bother calling the Stoutsville Fire Departmentit’s far too late now.Think of the bright side, friend!Now you have a book endalthough it doesn't serve much purposewe can look at it together.So what do you say?Nex...

It's more like instructive poison. Unrelinquishing burning that I can learn from. Sin doesn't compare to what it is the word sin is too small...overused. So, I'll call it instructive poison. When I sleep, I fear the darkness not around me, within me. When I wake I turn my back on the window that faces east to look in the mirror. I closed my eyes today and it all looked the same. What does that mean to be so dark and filled with poison? Small doses. A day at a time. So...

It's more like instructive poison. Unrelinquishing burning that I can learn from. Sin doesn't compare to what it is the word sin is too small...overused. So, I'll call it instructive poison. When I sleep, I fear the darkness not around me, within me. When I wake I turn my back on the window that faces east to look in the mirror. I closed my eyes today and it all looked the same. What does that mean to be so dark and filled with poison? Small doses. A day at a time. So...

I turned my face from You and now I see below the earth. Nothing waits to find me alone and tare my mask to shredded pulses of the once beating heart. Cold and shaking with terror with hope with knowledge-that's the worst part. I turned my face from You and now I see below the earth. Something raw has found me alone. In the position of attention I stand to hear my fate. Inside I am a child-you know? Like yesterday... when I played dress up in Father's boots. I'm just a child, ...

It's strange... the sun rose today. The birds even sang but the cards never played like they did that day. It's strange... that today you walked by no tear in your eye for the days that I lied to your face. It's strange that I know where I'm going without even caring not hoping, despairing or even sharing. It's life that can draw out your sword with the suicide King still attached at the seams and life kills Him once more. Yes, it's life without it and in it I know I ha...

I am the deepest sort of fear in you I am the breath of lust I find you in your darkest place I tell you I am trust. You've told me once to leave you be; to let you rest tonight. But how could I just let you live in peace without a fight? I see you cry in bed alone For that ONE you hold so dear. I see you love Him more than life but not more than your fear. I am that of which you long when He is far away You know, with just a gentle touch I can cause your faith to sway. ...

To taste you is like to taste death only sweeter on my tongue. I can only describe this feeling when I fit you into my dreams. I make the error of wishing on not the wishing well, but rather the forbidden fruit. Yet who shall be granted a wish such as that? I found that touching burns my soul. Yet I would rather scald out my eyes than to let an inch of your bliss go unnoticed. So I can do neither without the other. I want to rip you apart and lay you on my mind. I want t...

You are beautiful...I guess that's just how I would start No no no. That's not right at all. I dream of you still, I think about you night and day. No...not right either...it's actually kind of creepy too. When we were friends, I never knew what I had I should have let you feel how you made me feel Every time we touched...accidentally of course Every time your eyes lingered on mine for just long enough to let us both know what we were hiding from ourselves I wish now that I could to...

Hello out there whoever and wherever you are doesn't matter as long as you're there I never quite thought that I'd be this way never mind all the questions I'll ask when I care If you had it to do all over again would you be this way would you see this way or would you pretend that the way that you went didn't quite reach the end? the end being near made it hard to believe that this chance that you'd taken had not set you free so we're trapped in a cyclone of what we could be ...