Submissions by squaresandgore

We’re one of a kind,
We’re special,
We’re fucked up…
I don’t need help
You don’t want pity.

If they come too close
This may slip away.
I don’t want their prodding thoughts,
You don’t want their comforting hands.

We’re mad!
We sulk,
We fight
We break apart
I cry,
You scream

This seems endless
But it’s not!
This will surely end…
They say it’s all in our heads
But we don’t believe,
We never have

We are everything there is to be,
And more.
Such simple thoughts run through our heads....

I sit in the dark
With your mangled body
In my arms
Cradling softly so as not break it more
Than what it already is


How did it feel to die I wonder
Does it feel like sweet surrender?
Does is somehow free you
Of this earthy bindings;
Does it make me a weak creature?
My desire to die?


I somewhat envy you,
You with your mortal body
That has ceased to exist
That has ceased to breathe
I don’t want absolution
I’m monster
I’m not like you,
Or everyone else
I just want to die
To stop
To cease...

I want to hold your hand
While we walk down the path that leads to your house,
Listening to your fevered words
As you speak about art,

I want to feel the gentle curve of your waist
While we make out in the dark
And hear the faintest echo of a moan.

I want to draw lines across the expanse of your back
And have you listen while I talk about books
And poems and art,

I want people to stare
And be envious
Because we can laugh and hold hands,
And be perfect
And then not so,
sometimes,

I want to feel...