(writing project)

start with my eyes

blue to green to black to blue

you bruise them

only to be forgiven with a sweet look,

a regretful glance.

you move down to the mouth you love to suffocate,

the nape you strangle

(without meaning to).

I have never felt so terrified as when your eyes meet mine.

I look away.

a momentary glimmer

sweeps across my vision,

too delicate to crush

and I guess that I am

very bad at love.

everything I crave comes out broken,

damaged, destroyed

by the passion with which I wanted it.


September 21, 2011. Tags: , . writing project. 5 comments.