Weather The Storm.

It’s in the unspoken things.

A touch – closed eyes and parted lips.

It’s in your eyes when you say my name. When you touch my flesh.

The heat of you inside of me.

It’s in my throat, beating with the pain of this.

It’s in your face, streamed tears.

It’s in the catch of my voice.

Strongest is not strong enough for this.

Hold on to your anger, ride it through the storm, it’s all that will keep you afloat.

in this heart

Give me a razor and I will show you my pain.

Exhaust Fumes.

I found a letter,

From your lover in the glove box

And I carved the words - onto your arm

As my heart beat languid with the exhaust fumes

And my eyes turned black.

I turned inside, fell against the door.

Fell down and cried.

My heart beating with exhausted fumes.

Cresent Moon.

I am haunted by myself

my own stupidity

this always wanting - this hunger - this thirst.

Fill this emptiness inside of me.

Desperate need for approval, for love, for affection.

A mother's touch is never enough.

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I ,I  ,,,,,,,,,,,,

am fucking lost and bound and sick with regret.

lost, drow

DEV.A -STATION.

Here comes the Black Cloud.

Hot water runs and blinds.

The red of you.

The Rage of you.
The Hate of you.
The Bitter you you you.

Here comes the Red Rage.
Here comes the Black Stage.

Don't let it go just yet, giving up is not the same as letting go.

Breathless Abandon.

You're a lush

and so broken
and vulnerable
and screaming out for validation.

You're a wreck
and everything I prey on

You are desire
and all the screaming, breatheless abandon that comes with it.

You're exposed
and I've closed my sights on you

You're a lush
and benetah it all...

I'm lost in you.

You're a lush
and I just wish you were mine.

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You don't know what it is to pick yourself up from this - to gather strength, move on.
You don't know what it is to cure the cancer that eats at your heart - because the way you're treating it - is the same fucking way it got there to begin with.
You don't know what it takes - to lay it on the line, to risk, to run.

You don't know.

+ I'm the stupid wounded girl, with the stupid wounded heart, that lay it all down, that chose not to fight, for once. That chose - instead of being chosen.


+ I guess, in the end - baby, if I'm stupid, then you're just bad for business.