chesscakes

blank, online eyes staring through each others sighs that mean everything and say everything at near imperceptible decibels because he's a claustrophobic, chainsmoking cityboy who whispers with rustled restless dysphonia, hushing her to restful bradycardia on secret wishes like all i want is for the land to stretch like the sands of time under my feet but most days she is too busy listening for the train rattling the tracks where his mind races child-like along alive (though the only train she's heard was faint steel static on a youtube video) and her eyes are looking for his eyes full of all kinds of natural, youthful stars she ai

we are lurking too close to jesus, on the empty edge of a lightless stage, curved nails digging into the skin of our pale palms. he asks as an afterthought do you believe in something holy? and i think yes, i think this is what i believe in.

you see that self respect you have? all those thoughts and feelings that made you feel beautiful, unique, interesting , worth anyones time? Disgard them. Take every single one, and extract them from your mind, your brain, your soul, and throw them away. You see the gaping pit left over in that pathetic bland thing you call a personality? It needs to be filled. Fill it with hatred, if not for the one who broke your heart, then for your feelings for them. Even hatred for yourself will do. Now, deep within the poison you have poured into your soul in sickening treacle thick waves, bury your heart. Coat it in the hardening slime, and tak

Each kiss, Sweet, gentle Promising? Or is that too much to hope for. Dipping your face gently to mine, A little kiss, another. Slowly becoming more fierce, dancing within the passion we hold for one another. This 'love', Is it real? In our hearts, is it something we truly feel? Do you mean the sweet words, you say, or are they laced with a dark, slow coursing poison, looping through my veins. Sugared sweetness of your words, they clap against me, flow through me.. They send shivers rippling through my body. Do we spend a pure & intimate evening, to be known as strangers, the next morning? One short, savored embrac