Spread your legs like wings;
             so I can savoir your desires,
              as I taste your flesh.
              blessing me with your
              holy water.

This pain called "Love"
        hanging our heads,
        weeping down on our souls,
        baring over our hearts,
       exposing our weaknesses,
This pain called Love.

Fell asleep in her arms;
        Had a dream called Heaven--
        So beautiful,  so precious.
        The moments disappeared too quickly.
        my memory posterized the details of the night.

Fall asleep lost in my arms,
cuddled there; together.
your head snug to my chest;
smiling yourself to sleep.

In the morning, I'll awaken  to a dream turned true.

She had such a pretty smile.
       Her lips kept feeding my curiosity.
       Left me lost in a different reality.
       Loved watching her walk over to me,  
       Watching her leave, such a tragedy.

To miss you,
is to love you.
My heart bleeds,
for your touch.

To want you,
is to need you.
Our souls need to,
connect through us.

Well, well, well.
Today is Valentine's Day.
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
And 3, 2, 1.

THIS **** STILL ******* *****!!

We loved this day.
I almost decided to text you this morning.
Impulsive.
But I know that's a bad idea.
Your words would turn into venom,
each painful syllable would strike to paralyze
my feelings when I am already struggling to stand back up.

You used to love my flaws. All of them.
Accepted me for me.
Now you hate my flaws. All of them.
Use them to hurt me and show why we will never be.

It's 11:16 AM right now.
I have 13 hours left.
The fact that you're already making strides to
start a new relationship is literally beyond me.
I guess some bounce back faster than others.

To those reading this,
don't make the same mistake that I did.
If you have something great, don't be stupid.
It's not worth it. Trust me.
Give that person everything they deserve and more.
It only takes one mistake to turn a forever, into a never again.

Happy Valentine's Day.

I fell in love with the soft
whimpers that escape you
when your body is first
waking up in the morning.
The way you twist and
turn to awaken every muscle.

It comes in waves and surges,
aching in my bones and coursing through my veins,
and I wish I could hate you and curse your name,
but at the end of the day it is I who takes the blame.

I wish I could rewind back,
think to myself stop and think about what is wrong,
because I would see it's not us or you but me
and I could apologise and cry and tell you how much I am sorry but now when the moon is in the sky and my only companions are the scabs on my arms and the ***** burning in my throat my words aren't so clear and my message isn't so simple and I just wish
I could hate you and curse your name,
but at the end of the day it is I who takes the blame.