I'm not sure when I stopped the words.
But there comes a time when letters just vanish.
I was walking down the street the other night, wondering about sentences.
Things unsaid.
Things said too loudly.
But the periods seem to triple.
The exclamations tend to fade.
And all thats left are these question marks.
With all the paragraphs that could've been.
But were never laid down.
I'll sleep better with your skin by Yuurei69, literature
Literature
I'll sleep better with your skin
There's too much at stake, with all these open wounds so ready to give you bits and pieces of wandering souls. Maybe one day you'll see all this blood on my hands and understand the guilt that I carry, the burden on my shoulders so snugged against my frame and whispering sweetly against my lips.
I've got dancing thoughts, murder on the tippy tip of my tongue and baby, only you can taste such horrid things. Let me breath in the gas and drift off into another universe where we had a chance at something much less wicked.
But for now, for now I'll carve up smiles and let you have me when the going gets tough.
Come eat the black lipstick off my
Today marks 5 years since I lost one of my heroes. A brilliant actor and director. A superb brother to his sisters and a lovely son to his parents. A father to what is turning into an amazing little girl, who sadly will not have him in her life. It's almsot surreal that it's been this long without him already, seems like yesterday when I had to hear that horrible news. January 22nd is sorrow filled day but only because we choose it to be. Yes we lost a humble man, yes we lost an amazing actor and yes we wont get to experience him no more.
But I say we celebrate his life.
We got him.
We fucking got him.
I can say ten years from now that I
He was well dressed.
Coming here to kill the ache between my legs.
Cut me out of the dull black and white life of mine.
He was clever.
Destroyed my pure thoughts.
Planted the impure ones.
He was handsome.
With dark brown eyes that held a mystery of death and seduction.
Tall enough to loom over me, oh won't you haunt me?
He was arrogant.
Liked to toy with my braids, make them messy.
Hands pushing back his messy hair, show off the imperfections he sang to me.
He was sad.
Like pricking needles and dirty syringes.
A bed of nails wouldn't break him but my absence...
He was murderous.
In bed.
With humanity.
He had a school boy smi