1. i let you inside my porcelain castle
    you transformed into a dragon
    and destroyed it

    it was your eyes
    they made me stupid
    with their clever facade of assurance
    gentleness and warmth

    i lost myself in the muted sun
    of your enchanting gaze
    incognizant of the monster
    lurking behind it

    but you brutally forced me to be aware
    thank you

    i’m a lot wiser and stronger now

     

     writing  poetry 

  2. i’m a child of darkness. all this sunshine you’re giving me, i’m not really used to. you call out my name or brush your electric fingertips against my skin, and suddenly, bold flashes of yellow infiltrate the grey; some dormant part of me is shocked into an exhilarating awareness when you do such things. i want you to know i woke up this morning feeling like you were my chosen lover, but more like you chose me. you are light. light is the lion, and i am the prey, and i believe i’d rather surrender than run or play dead. i do not fear, for i know it is my fear you seek to destroy.

     

     writing  feelings 

  3. i promise she’ll steal your love while stealing your soul like a succubus, but i so adore her. our lovemaking is wild, dark, and surreal. i know her every carnal desire, and i let her ravage me because i have so much love and flesh to spare. sometimes i lay my head on her chest to listen to her wandering heart, and i look up into her polyamorous eyes, searching for a vacant spot i can claim as my own. she built heartbreak motel, and i want a motherfucking room. i cannot explain to anyone why this insanity feels like home, and even if i could, i wouldn’t because i don’t have to.

     

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  4. i’m in lust with a love-killer
    she fucks me like she was made for porn
    she dares me to catch feelings
    so when she kisses me, my heart sprouts thorns

     

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  5. she came into my dream, touched what she liked. a star exploded inside me as she caressed my petals. i re-bloomed.

     

     writing