Sweat so wet it pours. Trickles down his spine like the first dew of spring. My neck, He bites, Bee sting. I'm trapped in his honey . Drowning in nectar I never saw coming. He feeds my sweetest tooth. Only the bees know the words to say. Building hives inside my heart and buzzing through … Continue reading Honey Bee
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Validation
I guess I've always craved validation one way or another, be it someone telling me they think I look hot in my photos or a co worker telling me I did the right thing by leaving a job, sending that all important outfit pic to a friend before a night out and even trying to … Continue reading Validation
Sugar Coated
Sometimes I read my work and feel like I haven't dived deep enough, like I'm just treading water at the surface of my emotions and my experiences or that I'm finding ways to word my work that coats it in sugar instead of just writing the truth, letting my words flow out regardless if it … Continue reading Sugar Coated
Inside Their Beds
I've felt the touch of a thousand men Let them lay me down inside their beds A few whispered words inside my ears Exactly what I wanted to hear Sweet nectar, lies with fingers crossed With little thought of what it cost For all the scars left upon a heart Cannot be seen inside the … Continue reading Inside Their Beds
A Million Places
For me one of the worst parts of a break up isn't necessarily the break up part itself but the aftermath! Dont get me wrong I mean, all of the crying and the loneliness and the alcohol numbing, ice cream eating binges are always awful but it's the part after that I hate, the part … Continue reading A Million Places
A Beautiful Thing
When you find someone who loves you for who you really are, its a beautiful thing. To hear the words spoken. To unlock the door to all the faces you hide. To feel a soft touch upon all of your imperfections. To feel soft lips upon all of your 'don't touch' places. To feel their … Continue reading A Beautiful Thing
In My Space
Stood against the brick pile in my back garden away from my Grandad's eyes, smoking his cigarette and drinking coffee from my mug, his hair was a perfect fuzzy mess and his eyes glanced upon the floor more often than they did up on me as he listened to me excitedly rabble on about total … Continue reading In My Space
Just Another Daisy
I could smell it, I could smell it in the air all week. This was gonna be the end. You see, I've played this game far too long to not recognise the changes, the distant eyes, the hold that ends sooner and sooner and even the kiss on the back of my neck that morning … Continue reading Just Another Daisy
can i say something?.
go on?... to say anything to avoid that I'm a mess that im tearing apart at the seams to avoid that we broke and that I can't cope to avoid the pain in me that I'm drunk again to avoid that I'm still smoking that i can't deal with this feeling to say that we … Continue reading can i say something?.
Bedroom Eyes
His bedroom eyes were a brown-green disguise that hid the lies and all the fears of his life. I fell into them with great surprise and for a second i could rise without falling. Free falling through time. Falling. We fell. His bedroom eyes were a perfect guise and they cried. Oh how they cried … Continue reading Bedroom Eyes
Ryon Maverick 