Paper cuts

My bed is deep as I lay down

and try to ignore the noisy days

concentrate on the blissful silence

I fall deeper, harder

with every breath I take

but closed eyes won't block

the hurry and life

The life I'm suppose to

enjoy

love

I'm only surviving

living through relationships

nonsense conversations

while inside all this carefully built facade

I'm screaming loud enough

to lose my voice

The paper people

inside these paper walls

won't hear it

won't rip their way through

to my reality

All I get are paper cuts

that remind me what pain

is suppose to feel like

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Dizzy

Your lip between my teeth

your hot breath on the back of my throat

make me feel dizzy for the wrong reasons

As my fingertips dance down your spine

and your restless skin shivers

through the hot waves

our fantasy finally breaks

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A distant memory

When sleep is

but a distant memory

an illusion

the theater imagination can start

The endless monologues

of ”what ifs”

and conversations that will

never survive through

the sleepless night

You think through

all the people you hate

and love

What you will never say to them

unless they break your cycle

and come lay next to you

on the half empty bed

where your dreams have abandoned you

[10/17]

Toxic

I want to paint you

with the colours

of a smoky sunset

as I inhale the poison

from your beauty

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