Take it back. Take it back, those pretty things. Those pretty words you spoke. Its not for me to hear, not for me to hold. Hope. But i better sit down first. Are you doing ok, is he treating you alright. You should brace yourself. This is getting out of control.

Do not speak that tongue of me. Put your hands down. One more swing i swear. Hush your shivers and screams. These knots and bruses mean i loved you. And you’ll love me till they fade.

Take it back. Take it back, those pretty things. Those pretty tears you cried. Its not for he to hear, not for he to mend. Hope. But you better sit down first. Im not ok, is this worth a fight. You should brace yourself. This is getting out of control.

Conquest is transparent.

One hundred sets of stained glassed eyes.
Hyper focused on your thighs.
But thats all, a million miles away.
When you make that smile at me.

“You are a god among insects, never let anyone tell you different.”

-Magneto

Water rain drops polish my face.
Blend the tears with something safe.
Like thunderclaps each drop takes.
The maladies tucked away in my crown.
And the bruising is hard to harbor.

Pick a place, ill tell a time.
Start the story, ill make it rhyme.
To the chanting of,
The heaviness that is,
What its like to carry,
Everything beneath the surface.

When its to much to move. To much to carry on. To hard to breath. To hard to love. When emotions feel fake, because you fake it to much. When a smile turns your stomach, because nothing is beautiful enough.

What do we do? We stand strong, To carry on. To find love. To stop the charade. To find beauty in people again.

But when pain is pleasure, and not the physical kind. When you hurt because you want to.

What is the reason i give myself when i open my eyes each morning? Curl up to my cigarettes, the warmth is perfectly clear.