I can run from anything and everything, except from my own mind...
---his arms around me? mine around him?---
but there we stand, locked together
his hands thread through my hair
fingers seeking my face, hungrily
sliding up my back
his touch is oppressive, overpowering
his breath on my neck hot as
sheet metal in july
coming ragged and harsh through
desperation-clenched teeth
his lips seek to conquer my skin
insistent, demanding
i want him to succeed
---but at what? why do i feel so
removed from all of this...
i can feel it, see it happening,
i kiss him back; i drag my palms
across his straining shoulder blades
but somehow it means nothing
somehow it doesn't matter
i stand there and let it all happen
detatched and floating through my own world
letting him pursue his futile conquest
allowing him to think he's burrowing inside me
when really i am far away
and drifting farther yet
when really his tender caresses
fall upon an empty shell
a hollow temptress
that's all i am
i want him closer but something blocks him out
a curtain beaded with misery lies
locked inside my head:
pulsing with malice, it wraps around my existence
torturing me with uncertainty and shame
it falls upon me with the cold fury of some alien beast
shattering my passion for life, freezing me
until i am nothing but a broken little girl
seeking whatever warmth i can find
anything to let me believe i
might somehow be loved
even if my heart is too numb now to love back
Words by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2008-10-07 at 02:53
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i am never sure how it begins---his arms around me? mine around him?---
but there we stand, locked together
his hands thread through my hair
fingers seeking my face, hungrily
sliding up my back
his touch is oppressive, overpowering
his breath on my neck hot as
sheet metal in july
coming ragged and harsh through
desperation-clenched teeth
his lips seek to conquer my skin
insistent, demanding
i want him to succeed
---but at what? why do i feel so
removed from all of this...
i can feel it, see it happening,
i kiss him back; i drag my palms
across his straining shoulder blades
but somehow it means nothing
somehow it doesn't matter
i stand there and let it all happen
detatched and floating through my own world
letting him pursue his futile conquest
allowing him to think he's burrowing inside me
when really i am far away
and drifting farther yet
when really his tender caresses
fall upon an empty shell
a hollow temptress
that's all i am
i want him closer but something blocks him out
a curtain beaded with misery lies
locked inside my head:
pulsing with malice, it wraps around my existence
torturing me with uncertainty and shame
it falls upon me with the cold fury of some alien beast
shattering my passion for life, freezing me
until i am nothing but a broken little girl
seeking whatever warmth i can find
anything to let me believe i
might somehow be loved
even if my heart is too numb now to love back
Words by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
Read 738 times
Written on 2008-10-07 at 02:53
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