the now.

Time...?

Fuck time.

Whoever said it was precious,

fucking lied to us all. 

Time isn’t precious,

it's a fucking illusion.

What should be
precious and valuable

is the out of time...

is the now.

Fuck the past,

Fuck the future.

Right here,

right now,
is the only precious thing

there will ever be.

You are never guaranteed  

another fucking day,

another hour

or another breath.

simulation

we never tell people

the other half of the story.

we can’t.

there are so many sides

to people we never see.

so many sides of us

that are never seen.

in the end,

everything is an illusion

one way or another,

and it all proceeds

into darkness.

typification

He was to me,

the very personification
 of lust.


The thoughts of him


and the memories

of his lips on my skin,

may never vacate 
my mind.


This fire might rage
 out of all control.


any attempts to restrain


will only make it worse...

bottle down

I’m looking at you, and we’re a bottle down and you’re so damn beautiful.
From the veins in your arms, to the freckles on your nose, you are beautiful.
And for now you’re just a warm, sloppy poem of mine.

I realize that I’m drunk, and that we’re young and that we’re old all at the same time.
You mention something about love and something about drugs,
and I just kiss your mouth or place a hand on your thigh and laugh.

We laugh it off.

It’s early and its cold outside and we’re worried about money, but spending it anyway.

This is nice, I think.
This is okay...I think.

You bite my lips and I tell you “baby, that hurts”, and you apologize and kiss me softly.
I tell you that I’ll miss you one day and you ask me if I’m crying,
with a finger on my cheek in search for tears, knowing that no matter what, I’ll just lie.

You trust me.

the hangover

Her voice intoxicated him
while her words tasted like sweet whiskey,
but once she drove away,
he was left in a hangover
without a cure...

inescapable

No intricate words of flattery.

You have stripped me of all elegance,

and left not but raw emotion.

Thus, is the price of your kiss. 

calculations

Darling, your first mistake was licking your lips.

I wanted to bite them the moment you did.


Your best mistake was talking to me about chemistry.


Intense sexual chemistry.
I wanted to fuck you right that minute...

smart is the new sexy.


My first mistake wasn’t undressing you, though I did undress you.


It was taking off not just your clothes, but the facade you always wore.


My worst mistake wasn’t kissing and leaving marks

on parts of your body that no one sees,

but loving not just your naked body, but also your naked soul.



We are a notorious pair of sinners.

Before we burn in hell, let’s turn this bed into ashes.


We won’t plead for heaven, for paradise is already ours
.

We won’t plead for mercy.
 We won’t plead for absolution.

We won’t plead for innocence. We know what we are doing.

terminal

I was incurably in love with him.

An affliction from which,

I was sure I would never recover....

stock and barrel

A bad man will do anything for you
if you’re an angel who’s slept in the same
ditches he’s dropped bodies in.

She was so beautiful...

He thought she looked so beautiful lying there next to him. Her soft warm skin against his, under the sheets. Sweet gentle kisses between their lips, trailing down her neck. Her dark mesmerizing eyes staring into his. They had a gleam to them like no other eyes he had ever seen before. She ran her fingers through his hair stopping at his cheek. 

She closes her eyes and smiles.
He wraps his arms around her.
He breathes her in. 
He is so happy.
So content. 

He looks into her eyes and traces her face and lips with his fingertips. They exchange smiles. She whispers into his ear, "I am so in love with you."

They kiss again.

God, she was so amazing.

He wondered if she knew just how absolutely beautiful she really was... 

The the image of her that day, is an image that is forever etched deep inside his heart and will forever be in his mind. A beautiful image he will never forget..