A Passing Thought

In complete truth,

The days continue their endless cycle of darkness. The trees aren't exactly doing anything anymore. They just seem to stand themselves still, watching me at every step I take. And during this, I assume the sun has little respect for me, for where I seem to be going. Boredom is something that never falls quickly, but is true until the last sliver of it has been defeated. As it is with annoyance, and muted frustration.
Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of growing morbid,
pupils black, hands to claws.
But as every new day dawns I seem to feel the beginning of something slightly nauseating, though you could call it dizzying, or as far as sickening.
With every hour, I feel myself getting older. Minutes transform into days, and days being years.
Every time the sun lays itself to sleep, a year has passed. And although it's not good, but I couldn't really call it unenjoyable, either.
After this, I am continuingly realizing that marking age feels strange. After all, sometimes I feel three, while others I'm more than twenty.
All I know is that it's all somewhat confusing, if I try to care very hard anyway.
Meh.

Nevermind.

Our true desire

I want you to beeee....

my pleasure puss

I wanna feeeel what it's like

...to be inside youuu!

Ab-soooo-lutely.

You're mine.

Um

Will is here. Sitting next to me.

He's silly.

The Day I Broke Your Heart

While I was transfixed at the man's eyes,
my fingers subconsciously slipped...
...and looking down, I saw the bloody, beating mess
of your soft fluttering little vessel,
torn to pieces by itself,
twisting inward,
breathing sideways.

It became a crooked accident in my watery eyes.

Bending down to pick it up,
my palms turned blue with desperate depression
trying to apologize for things done wrong.
So I could scoop you back up,
& kiss the bruises from cold concrete floors.

I Had Your Heart

When it shudders,
I feel it first.
When it cries,
I feel it first.

And lastly,

If I am lucky
when it does your signature chuckle,
I will be there
to hear it first.

I Held It

Outstretched,
my eyes followed the slow curve of your arm,
followed by the unraveling of your fingers.
In this time, at this hour,
the unusual fluid movements only caught my eyes by surprise.
While this beating, breathing muscle descended itself
took the fall
into my clever hand,
which welcomed it beyond it's warm barrier
and into the nerves.

There it was,
I held your heart.

As the day comes 'Round

You know what?
I absolutely am intoxicated by the look of night.
Infatuated with the blinking lights of cities,
in which lies over a bucketful of nobodies that I've never met.

These oh-so-called nobodies, driving in their cars,
reading their books in just-too-quiet libraries,
smokin' their dope on street corners...

Have never actually spoken to me, or looked me in the eye.
However, whenever I just stroll on by; I can't help but picture our conversation as if they already had stirred the courage to talk to me,
and we were already finding ourselves making new friends on the corner of the street.

"And how are you, miss?" They would begin,

"You're quite stunning, though your hair could use a trim,"

"I know, I know." I will reply

"Dear tell me sir, how'd ya get this black eye?"

"Oh sweet pea, that's something I can't say,
but it happened on the first of May."

[Later on...]

"Well, gosh, thanks for talkin', I 'preciate it much"

"No matter miss, you're a good friend,
and I wish you best of luck."