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I’ll stay the course I’ll love you still Without a word I remain yours LL
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What is this ache? It burns and numbs relentlessly Through quiet and loud Through all the cells and molecules of me Upon my skin like fire laden rain drops Little teeth eating away My flesh a feast My soul the kindling What is this feeling? What it is it I am actually aching for? Or…
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now I lay me down to sleepI pray the lord his soul you’ll keepfor if the warrior has to gobring him home untouched once moreand then again as many timesas he is willing to risk his lifethe gun, the blade, the blood, the rageI pray his violence will keep him safeamen LLthe blood & the…
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to him I will be peace and to you I am a sharpened blade that dreams of watching blood spill like a ruby waterfall from the throat of men who mistake me as delicate or easy to dominate i am alpha, wolf and monster beneath the softness of my curves and words and if you…
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I wake up in bed to the sound of a mower cranked in a yard close to my own. It’s the Friday before a long weekend. All the husbands are outside before it gets too hot & the wives are finishing up the dishes & tending to the littles in their lives. And I wonder…
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you loved meunapologeticallyandunabashedlyfor exactly who i am and i never got over that LL|i don’t think i should|the blood & the bones
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you have tasted me with your tongue forced the weight of you down upon my body then slid deep into the depths of me without ever even touching my skin LL
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If you want to know methen you must cut me opento watch me bleedI will hand you the knifeask me ….why I flinch when you raise your handand go quiet when you talk about the futureask me about why it hurtsand why I play with firewhy my parents never calland I don’t seem to even…
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You say you you want to know me then cut me open watch me bleed ask me about the trauma changed me and why I play with fire why I flinch when you raise your hand why I go quiet when you talk about the future why my parents never call ask me about all…
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I keep forgetting where you end and I begin and the blood and the bones in between.And you’d think I’d of let go by now since I haven’t seen your face in more days than I can count.And yet I see it every night when I’m asleep.But, maybe that’s where the we that we were…
The Blood & The Bones 