dark days.

I painted my calendar black:
dark days.
Your love is pain, waiting.
But who am I to question to fate?

I see you approaching
out the corner of my eye.

the maze.

I can't help but wonder
what it'd be like
to touch your skin
and why
my thoughts always wander
back to you.

I wanted to give you every part of me,
not remembering
to save anything for the way back out.

I've barricaded myself inside your maze,
daring the sunshine to find me.

the season.

We let our flame burn bright,
so fast.

You were my North and
I was your time, together
we bottled sounds of each other
for one another.

We only knew our summer skin,
intimately.

I used to dream of you
until I didn't have to.

I preferred your kisses to the sun,
and I
never would have guessed
I could fall
so fast.

Temptation proved no match
for our stars, aligned.

mystical physics.

Limbs perform
mystical physics
without proper calculations,
and when
heart's not correctly calibrated
these displays
look a lot like love.

curious surgery.

Her eyes are the violence
cutting into my core.
She peels back my skin
to peek inside.
I let her test her nails,
her knives
on my pallid rind.
She's living her
curious surgical fantasy.

And I'm wide awake.

the observed.

As you
watch me
watch you,
who is
the observed?

this lust.

Corrupted mind, compromised
and bloated with images of you. 

I need to stop your every breath
from inspiring me. 

Do you feel exploited by my thirst for you?

I am selfish desire.

To be is to want, and
I know I exist
(especially in your presence).
To build is to break, and
I long to create
(you demolish me).

Am I courageous?
Am I destructive?

Will I ever escape these lines
I've drawn around myself?

My silence speaks louder than my actions:
I am a slave to this lust.

control (ii).

I will allow you
to conquer me,
let you think
you're in control.

flesh n bone.

her gravity*

{a stronger attraction than
previously thought possible}

pulls the flesh from my bones
and I, all too happily,
watch her feast.

imaginary lines.

My mind,
curiously clouded by
your infestation,
dares not dream
for fear of
crossing imaginary lines.
I cling to my wound
with all my might
as I fight off
this lustbeast
calling out your name.
Don't blink.
You're all I care to see.