he is like
honey — sweet and
forgiving — and his
arms are like
cotton — light
and comforting; and
his eyes, oh, his eyes,
they are like
chocolate — rich and
deep and so easy to
get lost in — and you
get lost in them
every day. and his
kisses — oh, his
lips, they must be
made of
sugar — coarse
and addicting —
and all you want
is more.
but,
if his lips are
sugar, then his
tongue must be
salt — bitter and
intense — as he kisses
your scars sweetly, but
rubs salt into your
wounds. if his arms
are like cotton,
then his hands must
be covered
in thorns — pricking
you every time
he holds you. it's never
enough to make you
bleed, but the sting
lasts longer than
the wound.
the world will say that
he is sweet like honey,
but you know that
he is as dark as
tar. you must not
get the two mixed up.
the world may not
see the blood and
bruises, but he still creates
pain.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
