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Austin Heath Aug 2016
Message sent and seen,
sinking in histories of
single sided talks.

Emotionally;
Contorted, flexing, bending.
Stretching at the seams.

Trying to love you,
slipping, slipping, slipping, and
falling like feathers.

Softly. Like whispers;
too close to miss anything,
or too far to catch.
Austin Heath Aug 2016
Bleeding in your sleep,
we are closer than our skin.
Flesh inside of flesh.

I’m lost inside you,
I run deeper than your veins.
You scream in pleasure.

I’m dead inside you,
losing grip on the magic
once held between us.

Months later I think,
or I hope, that you’re alone.
I’m bitter for you.

Worshiping in vain;
Touch something ugly tonight.
Touch yourself tonight.
Austin Heath Aug 2016
Recurring nightmare;
I bleed from the mouth and you
slowly disappear.

Love manipulates
as formless desperation
seeking an answer.
I say, “I love you.”
Healing the old scars to pave
way for the new ones.

I say, “I’m leaving.”
Opening the new wound to
breathe finality.

A suicide king,
too heartless for sadism
but once was human.

I once was thoughtful,
I believe in two heavens
that burn like candles.

Slowly, dull, gently.
I believe in two heavens,
laying down awake.
Austin Heath Aug 2016
Princess, come take me
in my home and  far away,
give me something sweet.;

A kiss or a look,
a hand to hold tightly or
a smile to receive.

Watch the sky with me.
I'm dizzy on this planet,
moving so quickly.

I need something sweet
to pass the time between now
and whenever, please?
Austin Heath Aug 2016
If I could scream your
perfect **** out of my brain
I'd do it nightly,

or every morning
right before brushing my teeth
[or probably not].

Lay in your textures;
I'd live on a seat of noise.
Quiet to myself.
Austin Heath Aug 2016
You were surprised I
didn't *** in two seconds
and then stopped trying.

The next day? Silence.
You attempted suicide,
got in the psych ward.

You float like a cloud,
and disappear like they do:
All of a sudden.

Paying attention,
you'd still see nothing at all.
Just clouds and blue skies.
Austin Heath Aug 2016
You'd never realize
how deep my heart is until
you're drowning in it.

Never saw the sun,
though bathed in sunlight daily.
Blind on the first day.
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