I spent a lifetime weeping in my mothers womb
and was born into an ugly world
with my eyes open.
From the first day
I learned that black and white is always grey;
that some things never change,
some things never stay the same
And sometimes, life isn't even worth
the effort of living.
my skin was all I had keeping me in
and I was fighting the day
like
an insomniac fights
the night
And then.
"my name is . . .
and I can help
I promise it this time"
So though I'd learned to
accept the familiar taste of tears
Now I taste the scent
that lingers on his skin
the sedated whispers half-drowned
in aphrodisia, wasted on my
underserving ears.
I drowned in the cacophony of voices in the dark
now I float on the surface of his silence
since he saved me from my burning bed
The madness in my heart is still intact
but I've never been further from
the centre of my head
never been happier.
Everytime he crosses my mind
I lose my head
and these kisses are a heart attack
turning our blood to fire
eyes green with hunger;
your caresses leave me wild
starved for the teenage delicacy
of lost morals and intoxicating flavours.
How did I wait so long for this.
"I want to be alone with you,
removed from solitude"
He says
"isn't that what you wanted all your life"
I say
"don't think that you
know
me,"
He thinks anyway.
It's ending; one second at a time
but you gave content to my dreams
and colour to my life
you taught me how to breathe
youre the reason I'm alive.
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