words deployed during the hardest of times, when butterflies and tongue ties wouldn’t allow me to let you know how I feel… they don’t even bother to last long enough to form a sentence.
Fully aware that you pursue me in only in draped skies-
Because I am born of light.
When your own darkness consumes you
And you don’t have the desire to be devoured anymore
You knock on my door
And like the fool that I am- I open
With arms wide open
And a mind filled with naive thoughts that you won’t hurt me-
Yet you leave me in your darkness like you have before
Mind helplessly swimming in confusion
Unable to derifrienciate our demons
Because yours make themselves feel so much at home
In my own
They take up all the empty spaces, that I don’t even notice you leaving
You’re foolish for leaving me with your demons Because they will always find you
And wholely consume you
I am born of light, it’s only a matter of time before they’re blinded by me.
They find comfort in your solitude
Darkness is no Stranger to you
And you will come knocking on my door
And again, I’ll let you in
But this time
Leave your shoes and demons at the door
I am tired of your sole walking all over me.
I hate that you’re the one door I am unable to close
You drain me.
02 June 2016
I) The amount of words it took for me to fall in love.
II) These are the times I gave you my heart as a second chance to make sure you break it right.
III) Three words I grew so fond of, being that I had never heard them before.
IV) This is what your aftershocks rate by on the Richter scale, still able to bring cities to ruin.
V) Five, five times I thought I was lucky enough that you’d actually call me yours and mean it.
VI) I always wished the waves would crash at our feet one night.
VII) This was the age I started dreaming of a girl like you, seven. It’s just a myth now.
VIII) Eight times, also the age that I saw your reflection in small pools of water between rocks on the beach.
IX) Nine, the age I learned I could throw my heart at someone as a grenade and leave them amputated.
X) By ten, I stopped believing in love and started believing that no matter how long you wait, nothing good ever comes.
By Jake Muir
20 June 2014
twitter – @pieniiune
While reading this
I realised how Semi-antisocial & self critical I am…
Can I kiss you,
To remind you of all the shit you deserve?
Can our lips find each other,
Whenever we’re lost for words?
Can your mind seduce me onto you,
Wthout saying a word?
Does the back of your mind Memorise my moans,
Like I memorise your every groan?
And if you kiss my neck,
I guarentee you, you will not leave this room
But all the shit and wreckless halla’ring
Just left you out of luck,
Because in the darkness-
The truth lurks.
Your touch takes me back to our first erection,
Now I realised it was our only connection.
Your “I love you” just a mere representation.
No strings attached were the colours of our relation.
Only thing deep about about it