Come a little closer
and I’ll show you
a broken superhero
tangled in a web of my making
caught in the light
of the kryptonite
all hubris
no hero
Come a little closer
and I’ll show you
a broken superhero
tangled in a web of my making
caught in the light
of the kryptonite
all hubris
no hero
The pull is magnetic
the desire draws me in
your direction.
Before you on all fours
a willing traveler
ready to explore.
Then you lay flat
spread out
a map illustrating
all my desires.
I trace your topography
with my tongue
licking your lines
east to west
north to south.
Watching you in your
deliberate repose.
The look in your eyes
means my subjugation.
But I want nothing more
than to fall in to your valleys,
follow your rivers and
swim in your lakes,
touch all your highs and lows
with my fingertips.
And I will get
lost.
Yet I follow my heart’s compass
and go forward
a hell-bound traveler
bent on learning you.
Following line after line with barely a breath between, through burning nostrils, passed the pain of a raw throat, under the pressure of two eyes resembling open blisters, she pushed on. She pressed on, confident there must be pleasure after all this pain. There must be something on the other side of these lines.
We’re all meant for something bigger. Some of us just need to get small in order to get there.
I’ve been broken down, torn apart, masticated, digested, and shat out by the ugliest of beasts.
Most of us have.
I’m not afraid to show my scars if it’s means you won’t cut yourself anymore.
I’ll show that I can bleed to death if it can be your tourniquet.
I can admit that I hate being ugly, yet it’s my natural state.
Tell me what you want and I’ll do my best to oblige.
I cannot lie, honesty is the only thing I know.
after the rain of words
has fallen
soaking you in
a sheath of self-doubt
stupid, weird, unwanted
among the best
not sexy, or good or obedient
but brilliant
it’s like sunshine
the best kind of warm
Just when I thought
my heart
could take no more
pushed to the edge of the shelf
ready to go over and shatter
My pride a
beaten dog
fed insults
tied to a tree
cowering and biting at once
You showed up,
gave me back a book
I lost years ago,
and told me it had been
with me all along.
I used to wonder
why I wasn’t a flower
so pretty, sane, and perfect.
Until I came to realize
I had to be a seed
shoved deep
in to dirt
in order to grow
in to something bigger.
One of the best compliments an addict can give someone is, “You make me forget about drugs.”
For the moment, you helped me remember who I am and forget about drugs.
And that’s not an easy thing to do.
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