The Shattered Mirror
I feel the warmth of the day overflow onto my skin as it rests on my chest and spreads to the rest of my skin, feeling sweet and soft then violent and hard pulsing and firm.
it feels me with a sense of sheer pleasure and allow myself to in-fold inside it.
memories of what once seemed so clear now feel broken and shattered glimmering and shiny but if touched or looked at to long cut through like a knife.
how so do you fill me with sweet happiness and also tear through me with fear and dread. is this really how love should be? should it really tear into me like a knife and yet still leave me smiling even when I am drowning in a pool of my own blood.
Oh let me bleed out, let me take away this poison I feel inside of me and let be replaced with something whole and something pure if such a thing does exist.
My mind flip flops from being happy to sad, negative to positive.
You opened my eyes to the world, you made me believe in love again because you loved me. I know you still do, my mirror image of me.....when you say you love, you mean it.....but now it serves a as piercing reminder...I love you, I hate you is there that much difference in the end.
it feels me with a sense of sheer pleasure and allow myself to in-fold inside it.
memories of what once seemed so clear now feel broken and shattered glimmering and shiny but if touched or looked at to long cut through like a knife.
how so do you fill me with sweet happiness and also tear through me with fear and dread. is this really how love should be? should it really tear into me like a knife and yet still leave me smiling even when I am drowning in a pool of my own blood.
Oh let me bleed out, let me take away this poison I feel inside of me and let be replaced with something whole and something pure if such a thing does exist.
My mind flip flops from being happy to sad, negative to positive.
You opened my eyes to the world, you made me believe in love again because you loved me. I know you still do, my mirror image of me.....when you say you love, you mean it.....but now it serves a as piercing reminder...I love you, I hate you is there that much difference in the end.