Mortified

Mortified
that you would slide
your trusted, guided hands
right up my denim skirt
or let me secretly bury
my blue eyed passion
under your crisp white shirt
Then push my cum-stained lips
down into the filthy dirt
where you stand
cigarette in hand
exhaling
my self worth

Love is Bloody

Love is brutal
like a dual edged sword
at the tip of a whore's heart
not easily ignored
Teasing, slightly bruising
then ripping her skin apart
unclean canvas of trashy art
Exposed to the steel
of hard, cold hate
nothing more to anticipate
Love is a line
you should never cross
Until you've calculated
how to swallow the cost
or forget your soul
once you've given it away
to someone who deepens
the permanent stains
your mind has absorbed
during the spill
of crimson tears
after the kill
Love is bloody
like a battle on repeat
against the greatest enemy
you will never defeat

Pedestal

The next time you feel
someone is better than you
or you make the mistake
of placing her on some pedestal
unreachably higher than you
Remember she will fall
faster, harder
and hurt longer
than someone you push over
the same ledge you are standing on

Hidden Perspectives

She's such a cool chick
Fucks me hard and sucks my dick
Doesn't expect a relationship
And lies better with each kiss
my perfect little whore
But I'm finished with her
I don't want anymore
He's such a goddamn dick
Fucks me hard and sucks my clit
Doesn't want a relationship
And tries his best to slip
right out the back door
But I'm not finished with him
I still want more

Courtesy

Saying you will call
and following through
is not a dreaded commitment
or a strategy used to corner you
It's a kind and common courtesy
when you've let someone in so deep
It's a trick to stop the breakdown
and a way to avoid hurting me

Crashed

Driving down a one way street
my heart screeches to a halt
All eyes on me
swirving to avoid their
Judgment----------------
-------------Gossip
Redemption----------
Shaking their heads in disbelief
As if no one ever makes mistakes
As if no one ever gets lost
even with the best of intentions
Stupid fucking girl
What is she thinking?
Trying to figure out
why it feels like I'm sinking
into a head-on crash
You refuse to talk
Does it even matter?
I don't want to stop
The only answer I can't question
is you
but the cracked rearview mirror
reflects the pain in my eyes
and the twisted broken truth;
So I gun the engine to justify
how hard I'm fighting for you

Lantana

I'm the plant
left on the porch
with too much sun
for company
and not enough love
for security
Leaning into false hope
that you will bring
some relief soon
Across from me
a jealous-green spray
with popcorn bouquets of
sunshine yellow flowers
tainted with a shade of ignorance
blooms
and smiles with confidence
at your complete silence
and lack of penance
towards me