Friday, 29 September 2017

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


Friday, 22 September 2017

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

Sunday, 17 September 2017

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

Friday, 15 September 2017

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 

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

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 

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 sunshi...