PetalsLoves me. Words spoken by the sprinkling dust of the southern seaLoves me not. Hearts brokenwhen he said he wanted to be freeLoves me. Futures plannedfor as long as stars twinkled aboveLoves me not. Hopes dashed on the ancient alter of our staleloveLoves me. Still dreaming he would hold me...

Excuses?!Why would I be expecting excuses from you RED.It is not like you said a hundred times you were “my best friend.”It is not like you left me OUT wondering if I said something bad!Did I fuck up? probably...

How many pieces?How many parts?can you smash openmy heart.How many times?How many ways?can you crack openmy soul. Before I break.Before I no longerwish to love.Before I no longercare.Thousands?Millions?of times?I stopped counting.Like stars scattered.Like dustsprinkledbeneath your feet.StopI beg you.Stopbefore my lovestops tobeat. Before it turns tohate.Before It is toolate.Before you becomea shadow of the past.

I love every kind of strawberry. with a whiff of ice cream and sip of mousse dairy. Especially the kind that makes you bury your soul as you bite each and every berry.  The first is hidden between your legs. As you open and...

I asked her why. Why do you make me cry? Why do you make me smile? Every time you speak to me. Why don't you leave me be? To whither away in my misery. Why don't you set me free? Why haven't you given up on...