desiher
She's a risk taker and a heart breaker. Standing on the edge of the roof tops, swinging in the wind and she's right where she likes to be. Drenched in black she feels the silent chills against her skin; this is where excitement lives. She's living on the edge. And she'll never breathe again.
Stare me down, boy
Tear me down
my thoughts, they swirl all around and I can't help but feel like I am
tearing open, spilling out
showing you what I'm all about
intensity and burning bleeds
I'm bursting at the seems
for you.
Bent and broken, rusty and scarred. Dents and dings, this robot's get 'em all; he's a little piece of you and me, who could expect any different?
She downed the bottle before he could get those three little words out. How could he think that those overused and tired words would get him any nearer to her already torn heart? He had scarred and bruised her strongest organ. He couldn't just waltz in the front door and expect her to fall into his arms like a jell-o mannequin. The burn in her throat was more than enough to send her over the edge. She'd had enough. Whiskey whispers whipped the waiting man and his whimpers broke the silence.
Stinging, pouring, dying tonight. You trash through the pillows with all your might and you stab at the ashes of the breathless girl that beside your lays withering in her precious curls. She's gone and you're sweating, because this was all your fault. Punishment too severe for creeping in to your thoughts.
Left behind and turned down, you've discarded me among the other one time things and useless beings. I'm pathetic. Sitting here with a pout on my face that could beat any puppy's, and all I can do is think of you. I have to get mind off it. Off you. Off this. All I can do is move on to the next set of lips on mine; we'll see who is rendered obsolete.
Dust. Print. Bleed. Ink. Wreck. Mine. Heart. Entwined thorns and teeth and torn pages between our skins. Flesh vs. book, bodies to shelves. Give me all that you are, all that you have, all that is in these books made just for us to see.
Slamming against the wood, I breathe in the scent of old books, mysterious lives of characters from other worlds floating through their worn pages. I am like them. Drifting off into my own world of ecstasy and pure thought, this is my dream. You and I, you with me.
Grabbing, pulling, bleeding. Dig deeper into my flesh and I'll reward your patience. Just you and me combined, giving in to the desire at the back of our throats. You know you love this. It's bliss.