Familiarity is the first word which comes to mind. The scent. The letters. The bright light. The same four walls. The same font. The same....

Are we playing... again? Indeed.

Here is to the beginning.

You clenched my hand in the dark as I searched precariously for grounded footing in gray spaces. In black I took a leap as my hand caressed your shape, mapping out the forms and figures, shapes and scars, as I let the judgments lightly and gently graze your cheek. I skipped over mishaps and retardations and paid no mind to pitter patter lies. I ( Read more... )

No audacious tone ( Read more... )

Over dusty shoulders she snatches quick glimpses, with the final bits of flavor becoming diluted, assimilating with the myriad of new scents and tastes. Nostalgia now has no place, and in a rage, it thrashes about in a fury, demanding its former status and reverence. Her heart beat slows down to a murmur as compassion and affection which once ( Read more... )

Your emotions convulse within familiar boundaries as gestures displayed hum ominous tunes of monotony. These emotions you offer seem overripe, placed in the oven to rise to its proper shape then deflated once too many times. Vocal cords strung produce blatant cues, songs overplayed, your tongue a bit too familiar with the words delivered. This gift ( Read more... )

Motion fails and stagnancy reigns, and before the seasons passing, evasive conundrums take hold. Emotions fail to acknowledge facades, suffering consequences of sweet ignorance. How brazenly the stillness rules weary and vapid minds… How unfair it is for them to be fed these trite concoctions, as the unenlightened ravenously consume every drop. ( Read more... )

"You wanna make me sick ( Read more... )

"I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk ( Read more... )

A slight touch of hands and sweeping of the hair, then wave of gooseflesh rippled about my lengthly fair skin. Gripping hands seduce these hourglass figures and foggy breaths smite pretty necks. Lips trace my shoulders, my neck, the pulse of life beneath my jaw. Lusty glances insinuate we indulge in pleasures of the flesh, as brown eyes which most ( Read more... )

"I used to be a girlfriend and I know I did it well ( Read more... )