You touched and loved me
And i peeled your fingers off of me,
I feel your touch,
I feel your love,
And yet i want nothing but.
Then i sit alone at night and
I crave you,
But still i push and shove you away.
I do not care for your name nor your body,
I want only your love;
I want your hands on mine,
I want your heart on mine.
But not for too long,
Because your heart it heavy;
And it will crush and suffocate my lungs,
Forgetting how to breathe
I reach to the surface and spit you out yet again.
But next time,
I want to know how long i can hold my breath.
“Do people take advantage of you?”
I imagine you thinking of that night of us when those words spill from your lips, i imagine it because i know you regret what we did and, so do i. I imagine it because it means that you worry that others do the same as you once did. I imagine it because it acts an apology, not that one is needed but i like to imagine you still care about me. It’s just nice to know that you’re not a complete ass. In hindsight you did take advantage of me; i know that now. And i know that i thought i was head over heals for you, and if we just fucked on your bedroom floor maybe i’d become a permanent resident; maybe even upgrade to the bed. But i also know how bad you feel for taking the one thing i wanted to keep before passing it over as if some token into my life. i can’t help but wonder how differently things could’ve played out. but know, i don’t want you, i used to and i think that still taints my lips.
Lust is a women dressed in red
Lust is a bed with no more than sheets
Lust is the notion that love is not real
Or it is
But it does not last
And we’ve both had our fair share of shattered glass
While picking up the pieces we confuse glass with chocolate
And we’re soon surrounded by pools of crimson
We start to bandage over old wounds
And we see people walking around with not even a single bruise
We wonder how it is possible
Then we realise; feelings are left on the shore while bodies ride the waves
Lust is not love,
But it does not end in the carving of caves in our hearts
As love so often used to.
We left our hearts at the door
Leaving only the beat to enter
Not wanting anymore than what’s led out for us in the sheets
As we grasp onto this night of heat
While the sickly sweet taste of naivety tarrs our lungs
Coating the vile taste of reality
Hearts held apart at arms length
But mouths are discovering new lands
And they’re liking the taste of the freshly cut grass.