Empty

The room was empty, you could hear the echo of her tears has they hit the oak wooded floor; she was hugging herself trying desperately to simulate the way he’d hug her. It was useless, she wasn’t even doing a passable job at it, yet still she stood that way with her arms folded across her lonely breasts. The nakedness of the room mirrored the feeling that had come to reside in her heart, from the inside she felt naked. He had become a fixture on the walls of her heart; hell, he had become the paint on this most precious organ, making it all sorts of pretty, desirable, and vibrant. His scurrying off pealed the life from her; what was she to do now, an empty woman, in an empty room?

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You make love and break love; to you, it’s all the same
Destructed, de-constructed, detached is the way you like your embrace
I love your gypsy eyes, you say, with standing liquid covering them
You are soulless when needed, and a sea of need when you want
Dipping your fingers in your caldron of hurt you find a memory
Tiptoeing, dancing, flaunting, keeping that delicate balance
The pull and the push
The forever that is too short
The whenever that is schedule
The love that is measured
You are without fault because I give you the life you need to hurt so strongly
I know the words you’ll never say and the places you’ll never take me
The upcoming hurt I feel; my life left you’ve already spent…I am spent

Suck it, Stick it

It wasn’t unknown, humans before me experienced that hurt; still, I don’t know how they lived to tell about.

The noises seem to have inhabited my heart for a long time, they were now bidding for construction lots in my head.

She was enjoying it, she wanted this stranger in her body, my body, cause when we said our I do’s I became her, and she became us. I remember when I bought those sheets, satin, I like the way it cools you in the summer, she loved them for other reasons, and now she was lov-ing him in them, my sheets. The picture got blurry, cause my eyes got coated with heavy tears that watched the sounds of my world collapsing. Every pelvic thrust signifying his body falling into hers was a wrecking ball to my chest; while he was digging her out, I was being buried. I could hear my bones giving up under this world of pain. I must have stood there for minutes that stretched for hours; when they finally noticed my carcass erected at the angled door they both froze. She started moving first by talking, he moved second by prying his way out of her womb, I moved third …raising the gun