Easy jet

We only exist when you see me

In artificial light, and breathe 

In artificial air. 

You watching my salty hair 

Fall in the sunshine 

You trace the rays on my back 

They paint a picture that is untrue 

And you were happy

But me, happily walking forward 

Down the old stony pathways 

Pre built for our feet 

I was dumb enough 

To build a road for us 

leading all the way home

Codependency

I can’t leave you, so can you leave me please, I’m crawling on my hands and knees, I tripped when I ran and you’ve caught up with me. It’s getting dangerous now. Please can you leave.

Weak

She doesn’t drink milk 

Maybe that’s why my sticks break her bones

I don’t mean to hurt her

I’m just playing with stones

Meat

It’s like my stomach

Is being cooked like 

Liver

And my liver cooked like

Tripe

And it’s like my heart

Is preparing to burst

Like a headless chicken 

In flight 

And it’s like

The ones I love

Want to eat me alive 

And it’s like

They don’t really care

If I live or die 

And it’s like

My feelings don’t matter

I’ll do what I can to survive 

But I’m merely meat 

On a plate

I’ll give them the vitamins 

To thrive 

love

You found love

In your lungs 

I found mine in the air 

It used to be in a bottle 

I found yours in your hair 

You find love 

In anger 

I find mine

In the sea 

It used to be in my liver 

I found yours in me 

Lust

Just shove your 

Fucking dick in me

The minute we get inside

Make your moon and my waves

Come in with the tide

Make your sun and my flowers collide

For you give me life

You give me air

And I fucking swear 

To god that 

in this moment 

I want nothing more

Than to suck your cock 

Until my throat gets sore

Help

It's like a box is on your head
Except it's cardboard
and it is your head

It's like a brick is on your brain
Except it's your conscious
And lives in your head

It's like a fog is in your eyes
Except it's behind your eyes
And it is in your head

It's like you never make sense

And when you try to explain

That your coursework won't be good
And your homework won't be in on time

And when you try to explain

Why you sit for hours straight
Becoming constantly preoccupied
With the idea of fish
And the notion of sunshine

They just stare at you
Like they understand
With their well paid job
And successful life

Primal Possession

This is my body
My heart
My blood
My skin
This is my body
I know
Every flutter
Every sound
Gesture
Jutter
This is my body
Who are you
 to tell me
Any other
Jerk jut and jet of blood
Is set in stone
And different from any other
This is my body
My experiences
My scars
And not yours.

Getting honest

Lust isn't like

And 

Like isn't love

And even tho

It may feel like my heart

Is a mourning dove 

Being shoved 

Into the front of a pick up truck 

While grieving 

You

I need to understand 

I need to know

That 

Just because you want me

Doesn't mean you want me

You want to dominate 

A part of me

Which isn't okay

Object sexuality

If you're going to materialise me 

Make me the gold watch you can't live without 

The watch you rely on 

The watch that creates time 

The watch you create time for in your day 

Even if it is 10 seconds 

To make sure it's okay 

To make sure it is well enough 

To guide you on your way 

Let me dance

I am sweeter then honey

I guess some have a taste for the bitter

Maybe most are addicted 

To the sharp tingle they get 

When someone marches

on their tongue 

Why let someone march

When you could let someone dance 

Maybe they marched until they made you numb

So now you would rather they stomp because the pain of knowing you can't taste my soft sweet footsteps 

Tickling your taste buds 

Is too much to bare 

Chewing gum

As a child sex was my safety blanket 

A blanket you tried to suffocate me with 

And now I find it is just easier to lie

Under it

And let you steal my breath

So we can both be absent 

No matter who I'm with 

Moving on

My body is a flower garden- and from now on only the sacred are allowed to water my plants. To those who entered my gates, ripped my roses off their stems, planted weeds where my tree of life grows, painted my daisies red and killed all of my bees.... you are fucking dead to me.

The pedestal

It's kind of like bouncing on a seesaw

Except I'm always grounded

And you are always in the air

It's kind of like bird spotting

Except you are the bird

And I'm always watching you 

Far away watching you

Worshipping you in the air

It's kind of like a religion 

Except you are my God

Except you are my meditation 

When I get on my knees to worship 

Trapped in your church 

Like a domesticated pigeon 

I'm not in the air 

I'm on the ground

Looking up at your beautiful face

Always loving you

Loving you in the air 

The kind of invisible sexy

You only miss me when you are lonely

So when you are alone but happy

And my need is not needed

You pay no heed 

I'm not a requirement

So I don't exist 

This is okay with me 

I just want you to be happy

While  

Forgetting that when you're happy

I don't exist 

You're a cute asshole

You're an asshole 

With a soft entrance 

And a warm cuddly rectum

You're an asshole

But free of shit 

You're an asshole 

But you're sweet from last night's cake 

You're an asshole 

But you're stretchy and versatile 

You're an asshole

Who would love to be anything but 

An asshole

Just because your exterior is an asshole

Doesn't mean that your interior 

Is too x

The masochist is dead

It took 8 fucks and 

1000 bluffs 

To find 

A part of you 

That was cruel 

It took you leaving 

And me bleeding 

And me screaming

And me crying 

And me weeping 

To find a part 

Of you

That was not worth keeping 

It took persuading 

1000 times persuading

2000 times wrapping

My already broken heart

Around your little finger

To make me become 

Smaller

To make me become

Weaker

To find a part of you

That was 

Capable of crushing 

A fragile human being

It took 8 fucks and 

1000 bluffs 

To find 

A part of you 

That was cruel 

To find 

a part of me

That was ill

ill enough

To be craving 

Someone like you

Stockholm Syndrome

I just tried
Tried to climb
Climb over
Over the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces of me
Me and you
You don't care
Care doesn't exist
Exist in your world
Your world filled
Filled with pain
Pain and sex
Sex without love
Love the thing I thought we had
Had between us
Us no longer exists

It's just me
Me alone
Alone on this side
Side of the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces that don't exist

So I sit and wish
Wish and hope
Hope that if I wish hard
Hard enough that you
You might return
Return to me
Me alone
Alone on this side

This side of the bridge

My sister

I was born with love holding my hand

She walks with me 

Everywhere

I was created with love in my arms

She is with me

Everywhere 

I grew up with love in my laughter

And for that 

I'm in love with love

Without her

I would be nothing 

Love wouldn't exist

For she is love 

The art of masturbation

I prefer orgasms with vibrators 

Because it is much more intense

I prefer orgasms with vibrators

Which makes no sense

Because 

When I use my finger

I pull away too quickly

But a vibrator stays there

And the feeling hits me

More intensely 

I love this feeling

I wonder if 

When I use my finger 

I'm only climaxing

Or the orgasm I have

Isn't as fulfilling

Because I pull away

I physically can't handle 

The feeling 

Glass bottle

I wish

I shoved

A glass

Bottle

Into 

My vagina

Instead

Of your 

Dilapidated dick

The bloodied scars 

left inside

Would heal 

Much faster

The emotional trauma

Would leave 

Much quicker

It would 

Mutilate my insides

So no dick

No guy

Would ever have 

the same power

The same affect 

Would have the same capability 

Of ruining me 

Like you did

Like you have

A glass bottle

Wouldn't leave 

Me dirty

And craving for more

It wouldn't leave 

Me jealous

cus no one else

Would want it

Could have it

No one else 

Could hack it

No one else 

Could take it

I wish

I shoved

A glass

Bottle

Into

My vagina

I wish I felt it break

Cut the surface

It would only smash

The muscle 

And not my heart 

What you make them do

Look at what you make them do

All of these strong girls

Writing weak love phrases

about you

Every single one 

Following the sequence 

You strategically created 

I know

I am one of them too

Except 

I aimed to be different 

I wouldn't show you my weakness 

Except 

Every time it's my turn again

I fall to my knees

Like 

It's a religion 

An addiction

I keep my weak love phrases

Hidden

I'm not an exception 

I'm just an addition

The vagina

My vagina tastes like tears

Lick it

And smell the fear 

Hit it

And hear it tear

Use it

And watch it weep

Love it 

And watch it leak

Hug it 

And see it crawl

Pinch it

And taste it's call

Hate it

And hear it sigh

Leave it 

And feel it's cry

Stockholm Syndrome

I just tried
Tried to climb
Climb over
Over the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces of me
Me and you
You don't care
Care doesn't exist
Exist in your world
Your world filled
Filled with pain
Pain and sex
Sex without love
Love the thing I thought we had
Had between us
Us no longer exists

It's just me
Me alone
Alone on this side
Side of the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces that don't exist

So I sit and wish
Wish and hope
Hope that if I wish hard
Hard enough that you
You might return
Return to me
Me alone
Alone on this side
This side of the bridge