January 7, 2012    sex   words   poetry   love   pain  

ouch

a boxer in a ring alone

im dodging the punches 

you’re already thrown

to the left

i see you coming

in slow motion,

in a blur

i fall.

i hear your laughter 

from the sidelines

you roar.

a laughter

of pity or pathos, 

i cannot tell.

black and blue-

from hits you say

i imagined.

here is the story you claim untrue

my bleeding heart,

i hold out to you.

December 16, 2011

drearforts:

I think, that if life separates us, and we end up in totally different places, we’ll always remember when our paths aligned for this period of time, and I’ll be thankful for that, and hope that wherever you are, you’ll be thankful too, and I think that’s the best we can wish for. [ x ]

(via teewynn)

November 28, 2011