Barbwire kisses and picket axes

Razor blades and hand grenades

Some pretty girls do ugly things.

If only you could see the untold stories behind my quiet eyes 

Empty cup

I’ve been waiting for this rain, 

so I too could weep

This storm brewing; 

it’s at my throat.

I want to scream, 

with every echo of thunder 

I’m just going to

let the storm take me.

The cold wind has a bite,

And I have tears to dry.

Tonight my heart is heavy, 

but my soul is light.

My memories are like lightning, 

lighting up the night.

I am a little all over the place, 

that is very clear

I’m going to wait until this rain 

stops whispering in my ear. 

I’ll let the rain wash away 

this foolish notion of love.

My cup is empty 

this rain is a gift from above.

Wealthy

We are all born to be wealthy. But your perspective of wealthy is what defines how well you live. 

I am wealthy in love. Surrounded by the people that mean the most to me. The people who share in the same ideals and values. The people that show kindness, not as a small act, but as something much bigger- a genuine belief that hope and love will always prevail. 

Flight

Just a blurred sunset

Skies the color of pomegranate wrapped in swaths or dark gray.

Painted but smudged

The fire too far to touch the tip of the wing.

The orange bleeding into green and yellow, being swallowed by hues of shadow blue.

From up here the sunset seemed to stretch for days. Like it was reaching and reaching.

I wanted to touch it

The veins of the city pulsing but faint from thousands of feet high. 

Magnificent 

A sliver of the moon dangling above the line of the clouds.

Hanging there, patiently waiting for the fire to stop breathing.

Lana Del Rey is in my ear, singing Cherry and I fall to pieces with her voice.

I have torn myself apart and dismantled my own reality… all in the name of love. 

Chaos

His fire dances with my shadow. He breathes a fire that scorches my horizon, and my shadow lingers as witness.
We dance like war and fuck like rain.
We are both tempest and stillness. 
We are undone, unholy, and spectacularly human. 
Ravishingly alive, our bodies burning with desire.

We are lightning in a bottle, trembling with want. 

Time falls away and we become the intimacy of chaos.