Angel of Death

 Flirting with the angel of death,

She's sexy as fuck.

I want to bite her neck, and kiss her inner thigh...

I want to watch her squirm, the way she makes me...

My back arches as her temptation overwhelms me.

I am on my knees, begging for her mercy.

Begging to be loved, fucked, and held.

It's a violent, toxic, addicting relationship we have.

She plays with my mind, and I want to crawl inside the hell she lives in. 

I want to make it my home.

Bruises and scrapes on my palms...

The taste of blood in my teeth.

A maniacal smirk, and urge to succumb to her wicked ways.

She laughs and spits in my face, but I like it... so I come back for more.

Time Bombs

 Am I losing my mind?

At night I feel crazy,

During the day, I crave the night. 

I count the stars as if they're ticking time bombs... seemingly aloof to the damage they might cause once they explode.

My slumber hasn't been deep for weeks now.

I talk to the shadows that dance and change on my walls throughout the night. At times, I swear they are spirits, both light and dark- 

But then I shrink back to a time, when I was a child, maybe 10 years old... seeing my dolls and figurines move in the night- but told it was just my imagination... a mere delusion. 

How many of our thoughts are rooted in delusion? Imagination? Confusion? 

Or... how many are actually our expanded reality, that we've suppressed to fit the status quo?

I can't help but to whisper to the moon, wildly... sharing my deepest secrets with her, a friend that has lasted me lifetimes. 

As she disappears, I'm left with the judgement of the sun. Beaming down on me, casting my depths into the light... forcibly. 

Awake, I count down the minutes until my next dream... hoping one day I'll get the courage to live fully in my truth. To love fully in my truth. To experience fully in my truth.

But for now... I will continue to count the stars... praying for one of them to explode, so I can truly come to terms with the fact that life is finite... at least this particular lifetime.

I want nothing more than to embrace the overwhelming amount of love,  that awaits me.

Let Me Hold You

 Let me hold you.

Let me hold you in your darkest moments,

When you can't catch your breath or see past your tears.  When your words fumble out of your lips, as you whisper all your fears... when your hands tremble; Let me hold you. 

Let me hold you.

Let me hold you in your light; when the sun shines on your face and you're present in the moment. When you feel a warm summer breeze, when your heart is still and full. Let me hold you.

Let me hold you.

Let me hold you when the stars come out to play, when the night sets in and clothes fall off. When vinyl records play, and lips are met with passion. When hips move rhythmically,  when bodies intertwine. Let me hold you.

Let me hold you.

Let me hold you in both ways familiar and new. When you experience something for the first time, or when excitement courses through your veins. When you've seen a sight you've never seen, share it with me; I'll share it with you. Let me hold you.

Let me hold you.

Would you hold me if I came to you with worries of my heart? If I spoke my deepest fears, and shared my darkest parts? Would you hold me?

Would you hold me?

Would you hold me close to you, as my toes sunk in the sand, as waves crashed at my feet or if I had the urge to dance? If I decided to write love letters in the sand, would you hold me? 

Would you hold me?

Would you hold me close, if we were left alone? As the world faded from our memories, and starlight kissed my collarbone? Your body against mine, a dance we truly know- would you hold me?

Would you hold me?

Would you hold me if I wanted to explore the world? See the places that you've seen, if I actively implored? Would you hold me?

Sunset Chaser

 She chased sunsets to dry her tears,

Calm her woes, still her fears.

The sun knew her, the moon loved her.

Broken pieces and all.

Cotton candy skies killed words that stung her, and prepped her for the night's embrace.

A sickness ignited, but she felt held.

She knew she wasn't in this alone, and for that she let the moon see her weep.

Crickets sang to her in the distance, the wind danced with the trees outside her window.

Lulled into a peaceful sleep, she slowly forgot the pain; hoping to wake up healed.