civillyobscene

darkness like a blanket holding in the heat wrapping us in friction darkness like a shelter somewhere too dark to see the filth but you can taste it it fills the air and when you wheeze your needy breaths you breathe it in and it fills you like me darkness can't hide you from me i feel you darkness like decadent gold reveling in our shared darkness indulged in blissful ignorance of our own fowl nature so turn off the lights keep it dark and warm because seeing is believing but feeling makes it real

Still sitting here, waiting for that late night inspiration. When nothing comes to mind – nothing that can prevent me from bleeding my heart out on the paper – I think of you. You're like a Cranberry Sierra Mist, you know? You're just the flavor of the season, but it doesn't make me want you any less. And I know when you disappear again – when all the mirror lakes and happy window carolers go back into their boxes to wait out the summer sun – I won't miss your berry bite until the next time the days get short, and my nights become long and lonely. But Mother Nature always was a bitch – here in Florida. The stars c

Sometimes they say to write it out and then erase it, so I typed it out and then backspaced it. But we still fight it out and I still fake it. Sometimes I don't know why you stay and take it, but I push the edge and wait to break it. Then we fall apart and you don't make it, but I stand tall and am not shaken. So I'm exactly what they speculated: the grandest bitch for all the ages.