We Painted With No Other Canvas But Our Bodies. Once The Paint Had Dried, My Lips Kissed Her Tattoos

we painted with no other canvas but our bodies. once the paint had dried, my lips kissed her tattoos that appeared above and below the surface.

we’re praised for thinking and then are consumed with thoughts that suffocate us.

it all feels so good…my ears rings loud. this fallen angel envelopes me with empty promises and the most bittersweet nothings. choke me with your words and resuscitate me with the lies you tell yourself. again. do it again. it all feels so good knowing youre a prisoner to your thoughts hoping id arrive to save you.

have you forgotten youve already fallen?

i wish i could hate you but the way your penetrating gaze and your penetrating fingers coax me to come

and see that youre not all that bad, bewilders me.

light has no choice but to seep into the dark crevices of a broken heart.

i love you as in “i want to affirm, appreciate, and add to the love you feel for yourself.”