Fists clenched in rage
Tears streaming down
my reddened cheeks.
A bloody knife on the floor.
DEATH
I want to scream
I Love You
frrom the rooftops and
mountains of my soul.
The thought of you
dizzying my mind with hope
my heart with fear
I sit on the floor
knife in hand, I
methodically slit my
wrists.Pain turns
to sweet ecstasy.
Life surrounds me, with
death waiting nearby.
I lay in bed wondering
if I'll ever see you again,
My body is trembling
Tears from eyes are shed.
My arms, they ache to hold you,
I hope they will again....
Is this love I feel so true
Or does lust rule in my head?
I can't deny the way I feel
so we should try again
see if this love is real
or is it already dead?
I lay in bed waiting, apprehensive
of things to come. I can feel him
in the room, but cannot see a soul.
Hoping to catch a glimpse I move
my eyes, there he is.... watching.
My mouth is dry, my eyesight blurred.
Why does he affect me this way?
He rises, walking towards my bed
with fluidity. I feel his hand
on my skin, the fear is gone.
He takes me to places never seen,
I feel things never felt. Is this real....
Breathing deeply I smell his smell,
earthy and animalistic. He tilts his
head and his mouth curves ino an odd smile.
My body and mind become weary, all this
time spent with him. Tears stream down
my flushed cheeks as he cradles me
in his strong arms. Words are spoken,
but lips don't move. I want to leave.
A last caress, and whispered promises
that I'll forget this night. Yet deep
inside my soul, his eyes I won't forget
The glittering black confessionals,
that shattered my fragile life.
