PB

My hands held the counter while your hands held my thigh, and that was the last night shared between you and I... The next morning began in your arms on the couch, with the faint taste of peanut butter still in my mouth...

As Punishment

She left herself vulnerable to men's filthy hands... Carelessly accepting all their silent demands. She laid there complacent as they took what they pleased... Appearing content, yet desperate to leave.

Wallower

You wallow in self-pity and worthlessness hoping someone takes note. You are narcissism at it's finest... Ignorant to reality and stunningly self-engrossed.

Hide-And-Seek

It's like a version of hide-and-seek... But we're not children... And there's no known rules... Or foreseeable end in sight... Because the person who's doing all the searching... Is the same one still waiting to be found.

Striking

The glass of the picture frame reflects the face of a girl I just don't recognize... Not this way... Not tonight.

Self-Retreat

Some nights the serotonin is just depleted... Leaving the mind to wallow in some bullshit self-retreat... And it's a lonely night long shamble... Known to me as camp self-defeat.

Moldy

Like old bread forgotten in the back of a cupboard... You sit there... Unwanted... Unpalatable... Unsalvageable... And ready for trash day.

Waiting Game

I knew it'd be gray here as my mind readjusts, But this unrelenting haze is almost becoming too much. I expected this fog so I'll just have to wait it out, In hopes I'll see some gold instead of another blackout.

Conductor

If you controlled the train and I laid down on its tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?

Strangled

When you come to mind air becomes non-existent. I'm just left gagging and gasping from an invisible hand that only releases enough to prevent my complete suffocation. But still I think of you.