ladyseraphina

The soft discolourations The marks of sever internal bleeding Such colours can no artist paint on canvas Created only by the raunchy bite of a lover The grasping fingers of a desperate feeling Like an apple that has fallen off the counter One too many times Soft skin Bruised, broken Swollen Ugly, yet beautiful Evidence of a secret passion When one queries the accident, I reply "I fell... In love."

Sometimes, I don't know why I love you. Maybe even hate you. The words you say leave me empty, Like the hole in the middle of a chocolate chip bagel Only not so sweet. That snide comment clings onto my back Like an abandoned child Only not so innocent I'm hollow, a mere sea shell Washed up upon a deserted beach. Something used to live here, but it died. I wonder if you can hear the ocean when you listen to me.

The world seems like a bitter place When all the tears have fallen. The box of tissues lies there by the table. The sadness and grief have been replaced by a surge of hatred And the tissues lie still, torn shreds of emotion, Lying on the bloodstained carpet. When all the tears have fallen The knives in the cupboard look much more friendly, The warning on the box of pills becomes blurred. And dirty streaks down the cheeks are all that remain of the calmer side of hurt. When all the tears have fallen, nothing is on your side. Trickles of tears turn into racking sobs. Rocking back and forth like a hungry stowaway on a rickety vessel