I wanted the love letters carved not delicately etched, so they would remain permanent as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning for where my skin lay in wait.
Category: My Poetry
Sultry
Her eyes appear sultry and smooth as they gaze, with those green- gray irises lost in a daze. Black-winged and smokey-eyed they stare back in eloquence, masking her insecurities with a falsified confidence.
Nameless
In the darkness we are all the same... Nameless, faceless, and meaningless to everyone but ourselves.
Viridian
I never settled on gray... I settled on viridian. I settled on a romanticized intensity seeped in tender sophistication, in hopes to cloak the darkness and cravings for desolation...
Temporary
If I'm not fought for, then I know I'm just a moment. A moment in your life when you needed someone and I was there. A phase... A chapter... A temporary filler for whatever hole you couldn't manage to fill yourself. Used, released, and left to question everything I must have done wrong.
Edged
Her tongue was edged like shattered glass as her thoughts pierced the air... An ambush of sharp, unforgiving words left puncturing the minds of anyone who dared to listen...
Pulse
Beating slow and steady through the skin of my temple... My pulse softly reverberates underneath my head's pillow. Abruptly my beats quicken, now loud and askew... By my minds reckless wandering to the sudden thought of you.
Where To Begin…
My emotions are erratic and hard to understand... And my head overflows with ideas and unfulfilled plans. My perceptions are complicated and haphazardly skewed... With a reality warped and questionably construed. My memories are my past but somehow still in my present... And honestly in the morning I'm just fucking unpleasant. My mentality is borderline of being clinically insane... But truthfully my flaws make me never want to change.
Relentless
The future always finds us. It finds us without hesitation, effort, or probable cause... Tormenting us relentlessly with small pokes and large prods. And there's no way to outrun it or ability to hide... Unless time chooses to take us... Or we decide to die.
Reality
That painful reality doesn't want to coexist with reason... So disbelief disguises truth with doubt and confusion...
AO Poetry 
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