I want to sip the nectar of your lips like a butterfly eats the dead.
I hear your words, but my ears are full of cotton balls.
I am your home, breathe me in and exhale your fears.
Can you feel me?
I am the darkness, I tread still waters so I don’t drown
I wish this flashlight was metal to better bash your brains in.
I’m sad, angry, demented, caring, loving, hatefull, emotional, lost, crazy. Every moment that I draw my breath.
I do not know who I hate more, the reflection in the mirror or the shadow behind me.
I’m begging you, please don’t leave me here.
I can taste the love buried deep in the back of my throat ready to spew forth like vomit.
If I look to long, to deep, to much, I can see Death’s hand reaching out to me, friendly and welcoming.
Do I taste bitter or sweet? Are my lips the softest you’ve kissed? Do I taste of cherries and strawberries?
Do you wonder where I am when I am not there? Do you notice that I’m missing?
That my darkness has swallowed me whole, enveloping me in the comfort of silence.