discolemonade: December 2017

Why am I the girl on fire? While you are swimming in the sea? You found

so many creatures and sea monsters that swallow men whole.

You take and take and take and now I am empty. Empty is a state of mind.

Give me, give me, give me all of it. All of you. I just want all of it. Why don't

you think I deserve this? I fucking deserve this.

Your scent, your skin, your voice. Get out of my head. I'm trying to sleep.

I don't want to hear it! As I sleep with my ears wide open.

You throw rocks at me with your knuckles stained with blood.

Do you always hit this fucking hard?

You knew there was a map to your heart and you let me get blisters

on my feet from walking through the woods at night.

You tell me not to beg. Begging is for the weak.

But isn't that what you made me?

The only time you like my mouth is when it's on you.

Didyouforget?

I squeeze your hand three times. I know you felt it three times. You let

go three times. Three times is how many times you slept with her wasn't it?

I close my eyes and count to ten. "ready or not here I come "

Your whereabouts are unknown. Read at 12:53 a.m.

You were all of my and I was your nothing.

I was somebody when I met you and then I became somebody's somebody.

But you had so many bodies didn't you?

You cause fires and flames don't go unnoticed. You didn't burn down my

entire forest and I will bloom again. This time I will be the storm.

The hurricane that leaves your flames dim and weak. You won't see Me coming.

You will longer watch me burn

Because I am a Phoenix that will rise from my ashes. I. Will. Rise.

And you will choke on my dust with a lighter tightly gripped to your side

because you think no one can see it.

Sunday, December 17, 2017