I knew you were bad for me. Like painkillers while drunk. Or cigarettes with asthma. Ocean— when I can't swim. But I jumped anyway, because I'd drown had you just asked. The problem is, you never asked me to. Now I'm drowning in nothingness, because the ocean...Read more
like nature, she was easy to love. on her good days she is easy to look at. easy to be with. easy to talk to. but the same people will tell you how difficult she is. she is too much. she is needy. she is rude. an angry woman. but nature gives so much until it no longer can. it is calm before t...Read more
I know you love deeply, painfully. I saw how you cried while staring at them, as they kept their eyes on the shore. For a siren cannot walk the ground without dragging love back into the sea. Maybe that was why I started loving the water too. It was cold. frightening. Like you. But baby, you ...Read more
I've always wanted to ask him things. Like if bows look good in my hair. But when I saw him, staring out at the rain, suddenly I wanted to ask something else. Like if he sees someone when he looks at the moon. Does the night hum songs to him? Does he hear someone's voice when it rains? Why is h...Read more
the way you are to me is an ocean wave. not the kind to calm someone, but the kind that wakes them up. i was drowning, darling. all while looking at the sky. unable to tell that the ocean floor was about to claim me. then you came. like stubborn water that sneaks into my lungs. i was supposed ...Read more
A scent was known to belong to monsters— rotting flesh, dried blood, and the ache of bloodlust. I never knew they existed until I caught it drifting on the wind, So I hunted it, clinging to the peace I’d fought so hard to keep. By the river, I met only my reflection. Quiet, solace in the stillne...Read more
He was a boy wrapped in golden bandage, shining where he was hurt. Never did he hide his scars, for they pointed to his depths. He loved the stitches, the blood as it dried, the art that stayed behind. Never did he shed a tear at his reflection. He only asked, how will they take this masterpiece?...Read more
I love your eyes, the light in them when you look at me. You were gentle, soft. Your voice was a balm for my aching soul Your words, a snack for my starving heart. God, I miss that, the time when words still meant something. When time wasn’t a luxury, but a gift, willingly offered. Because how...Read more
I love how you love. How you pour your heart into a hollow soul. How you stare at the void in their eyes, willing to be sucked in, to run dry. But do not give it to me. Take your love somewhere else, or maybe give it to yourself. Darling, I am greedy. I am no void, I am worse. The thing ...Read more
Where existence lies unmade, a place of screaming silence— of whispering pain. Where life itself has ceased to be, there lies a flower that blooms from death. She claims the blood that clothes her, from fallen men, she makes her home. She glows from their tears and hums their cries. She, the ...Read more
If pain is all you can offer, give it to me whole. Show me the floor beneath my fall, and I will call it home....Read more
"Some gifts burn; some curses bloom." Love is hatred, as life is death, and those who reach for light are shown their sight by dark unseen. For Satan is not who, but what, not horned, nor crowned in hellish fire; he lives not where the world points down. He wears the face of one you love, dwell...Read more
From mortality springs immortality; from bounds arise endless possibilities. Only when one hath met an ending shall one know where the beginning took root. When weakness shows its face, strength bows in answer; and by cruel turn, the converse stands....Read more