Poems

"Pick Your Poison." - Me.

quivering, shaking, drowning, dying. pick your poison. peeling, pestering, burning, dying. pick your. suspending, tightening, hanging, dying. pick. coughing, choking, suffocating, dying. poison. poison. poison. pick. pick. pick. pick one. pick one. blood, bones, skin, muscle. pick. eyes, hair, mouth, ears. your. arms, legs, chest, face. poison. Why don't you pick? Want me to pick for you? Gun? Knife? No..? Water? Fire? No?? Hang? Fall? NO? pick. pick one. pick one. We all fade away, lose feeling, disappear, stop breathing, stop beating, stop living. We all die. die? now? today? tomorrow? when? pick. pick. pick. pick your poison- why don't you? I'll wait.

[ description; tormented mind. ]

"Like and Love" - Me.

They never tell you how hard it is to move on after love. How difficult it is going from complete an utter love and infatuation to simple crushes and like. How hard it is going from having someone know almost everything about you to having to share your favorite colour all over again. How painful it is going from someone knowing you so well and reading you so well to having to be disappointed when someone doesn't know one simple thing about you. It hurts when all you want is that love back but you're surrounded in empty compliments that feel good for only a second, soft words that seem like lies because they don't even know that you don't even like that thing. I want to be known, I want to be seen, I want to be wanted, I want to be loved- it isn't an easy thing to get, its rare, it takes time, its a long progress. But its so damn hard and painful especially after saying goodbye to that kind of love, that kind of care, that kind of time and memories you had with someone who really gave you all that you miss- but that's life and life is hard. I miss love, I want someone to love me, but then I'm asking way too much way too soon.

[ description; moving on from a breakup. ]

"Possibilities" - Me.

Possibilities are endless. Life feels so different, so new, so not me. I've done so many different things, experienced so many different things, learned so many different things about myself in such a short amount of time. What was holding me back? What kept me from this life? Was this always available to me? I know now that I have always been my biggest motivator but also my biggest hater- I've been the thing that's been holding me back in numerous ways. I never tried new things, I never ventured out into the unknown, I never attempted to go out and meet new people, I never changed my lifestyle, I never listened to myself. I complain all the time that I'm no one, nothing, unimportant to life and to anyone but that isn't true at all- the truth is I was no one, nothing, and unimportant to myself.  I wanted and wanted and wanted so much but I never put in the effort to get what I wanted- I don't regret anything though. I know then that I couldn't put in the effort. For a long time I just couldn't and that is perfectly okay because now I can put in the effort and now I am, nothing can stop me now, my possibilities are endless- well, most of them..

[ description; feeling free after it all. ]

"Craving." - Me.

I shouldn't be writing this- I shouldn't- but I can't help myself.. I can't help myself at all when it comes to you. There's a lot of things I shouldn't do- we shouldn't do but we just can't help ourselves can we? I shouldn't be feeling this, neither should you. I shouldn't be thinking these things, neither should you. I shouldn't be doing this, neither should you. We shouldn't- absolutely shouldn't but that just makes us want to even more. I love the way you make me feel- I've never felt this good in my life. I've never been one to feel this so much and so intensely but I am because of you. I love it. I want it. I need it. I crave it. You love it. You want it. You need it. You crave it. I shouldn't- We shouldn't... touch me, feel my skin, admire me, stare at photos of me for endless hours, desire me, have restless dreams of me, fantasize of me, imagine me in your bed. I love the way you think of me, I love the way you tell me every little thing you want to do to me, I love the way you look, I love the noises you make, I love the way you crave me, I love the way you say my name, I love the way you know its wrong but we do it anyways. We shouldn't- I shouldn't.. Why am I craving you...

[ description; smut inspired poem. ]

Love ya. ;)