Miss You Before I Kiss You

Leave when I wanna I’m so fuckin’ gonna Tara shoulda stayed in Carolina North or South Which sounds sweeter? I kinda don’t need her We smoked hella weed Take the keys Rake the leaves  I loathe the trees Drive the car Hit the bar Get a new scar Cross state lines Rack up a fineContinue reading “Miss You Before I Kiss You”

Nothing But Trouble

Holy fuck I read the news She’s busted again I broke the click with views She said she did it for shelter and shoes I’m so confused She asked if I could keep a secret I told her this line was being recorded She spoke in coded language of which we both understood With herContinue reading “Nothing But Trouble”

Why Angie’s Mad

Never been good at letting go for you know I show more emotion than time finding what’s missing a picture of you is mine in the bottom drawer collecting dust when we used to trust I felt pure lust now there’s a jar of rust the heat I couldn’t bear to touch Sleeping with eyesContinue reading “Why Angie’s Mad”

Dating in September

An autumn sunsetwhips through the windwhispers from withinof a shadowy figureI so fucking figuredI met her on Tinderfor dinnerWe mingledAmong the crowdfar too loudheaded homefor her roomchains and whips, she likesshaking were her hipsShe’s coming againNo.ReallyShe’s coming againAs inShe’s atthe doorfor more. (Wattpad, Amazon Kindle.)

Forgotten by You (But I Want You Back!)

A brisk moonlight lingers The delicate strokes of an old painting Folded a moldy picture mint perfect Attracts dust Beneath the cracks In the rearview mirror He whimpers A whisper A chance encounter Poses a memory He quivers The withering silence of her voice is violence Her body entices With Irish He wants To tasteContinue reading “Forgotten by You (But I Want You Back!)”

Vivian Cradles Toxicity

A loose evergreen tie Fixed with duct tape Don’t duck with A tint of a hint of Escape On the creases of my neck No white lie Here’s why She’s coming by. Is bi To tangle between Satin bedsheets With her hands, she strangles The heck out of my throat What’s next? A candlelit chandelierContinue reading “Vivian Cradles Toxicity”

Long Lonely September Nights

I breathed the cherry of Nila’s unforgiving lips to chariots thundering applause among the gods-given me permission to sneak a peek, grabbing her hips, tangled with her body in satin bedsheets to the cusp of a long panic-stretched-thin sweet kiss, connecting the dots to a brisk September highlight does the streaks of her auburn hair,Continue reading “Long Lonely September Nights”

More Than A Feeling

Strangers tangle through what’s left of a brisk September night, falling for the win with sensitive skin stuck to warm breaths she takes between kisses, seeking, never finding a never ending circle of the chase for the chase of a tattoo with dilated pupils beside Crystal Lake with her black lipstick stuck to the creasesContinue reading “More Than A Feeling”

I’ll Always Love You (Even After You Kill Me)

Like a disembodied cloud spoils what’s left of a fall day, a ghost slips through the cracked closet when she closed the floor to a trapdoor—thick droplets of blood trickled the length of the rusty blade of a knife she gripped quite tight. An escape she makes through a route she’d well planned out. AnContinue reading “I’ll Always Love You (Even After You Kill Me)”

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