maybe eternity can’t be fished in others,
an upstream battle with unpredictability that
can’t be caught.
He asks me to stay,
but it sounds more like a command.
Doesn’t he know that wild ones
don’t take orders well?
i knew you were doped up.
i could see it in your stare.
the way you stared into nothing
with the danger glinting there.
you approached her and i watched,
ready to intervene.
a woman’s intuition from
all the things I’ve felt and seen.
instead you made eye contact,
stalked me down and sat too close
put your hand upon my knee
while I shoved and I said no.
arm comes up around my shoulders
hand going back up on my thigh
grabbing me in closer while my
i told you to back off
while you started up again,
fed up with your bullshit
I got up to make this end.
You see where I am going
grabbed my arm so hard it hurt
I do not break or slow my stride
you scumbag piece of dirt.
security did nothing
yet you still ran far away
don’t tell me you were too doped up
to know that’s not okay.
if you see nothing wrong with this
the problem lies with you
this shit that happens daily is
both harmful and too true.
The word premium
Meant an award given for a specific act.
And I’m wondering what prize I could possibly offer
For loving someone so broken.
(Inspired by daily prompt)
get a good look now.
before you know it this dress will
hit your floor. and baby you know
i’m not wearing anything beneath.
rip this corset with your teeth cause
i can’t take it any longer.
make it dirty and rough around the edges,
a pile of tearful orgasms and lace.
[via daily prompt]
Intrusive thoughts are like a broken prayer.
Crawling past the landmines of crazy,
Whispering pleas to keep moving,
Hoping someone is listening.
Intrusive thoughts look like a broken prayer.
Navigating gruesome pictures,
Circumventing disastrous outcomes,
Praying I heed my body’s warning.
Being crazy sucks.