my hands on your back
your hands in my hand on your back
head first, head down,
teeth on skin, my neck,
lace, black lines,
your face, my lips, white lines,
just a taste
your nails, my back, my shoulders,
pretty eyes, pretty eyes,
looking up at me,
and then back down, bite down
hold tight, hang on, take me
and keep coming
back for me
like a good girl
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sometimes i want to crash my car
feel the gravity fall away
as roof becomes broken windows
kaleidoscope of weightless glass
time unbecoming of me
converting metal into flesh into starlight into dust
while the grass grows green under rust and flame
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his body ached for her touch,
but he wanted her to beg for it;
biting lips and tangled limbs
interlocked
connected in more ways than one
something tangible
something wanted
something more.
bodies becoming one under sweat and tongue
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i don’t feel the way i want to
need to
used to
nor do i act the way i want to
need to
used to
i think i might be a goner
soul out there
somewhere
fighting
silent battles
a place and time
where there is no god
or structure
i collapse
much like buildings fall in
disrepair
the body becomes too much
too much
for frame to bear
the weight of standing
standing there
like steps and doors
high above a thousand windows
hundred floors
all reflecting
stained glass across an empty skyline
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when i left from in there
that door
that room filled with despair
i had hollowed out
carved from rot
my own devices
teeth wanting to be sunk into something more
all I had were reminders
mirrors only showed me who i used to be
and i never knew who i was
exactly as the light reflected
but as i find myself in darkness
i only now wish to see
to feel bright
to be seen
and damn any spark that denies me
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I do not know the feeling
quite the feeling
like you do.
I don’t think that I will ever understand
that disconnect.
unplug.
I am truly sorry,
my lovely, pretty girl,
for the loss and the pain
and the never-will-be, never-could-be, never was.
I will not compare, and it isn’t fair,
never would be.
but I love you, and I will be here, and I will care.
I hope this day brings reflection and peace, but if it is heavier, uneasy,
please know you always have my shoulder, and my heart, my soul, my dear.
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there are days that feel like rain
and i’m reminded of you,
melancholy,
a word that used to rest upon my lips like a lingering kiss,
almost passionate sadness, a love for something i have not felt in quite some time—
the lust for a storm—
pitter patter on my window, darling,
crack the sky in two
the trees will dance to the rhythm, slowly,
and as will i with you.
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dharmajustin 