No More Hugs

akward glances meet nonchalant shrugs, it means no more hugs.
my thoughts linger on the marlboro taste of your kisses.
if i could paint the perfect picture of us i'd paint you nuzzling my breasts.
destitute and desperate, i bet the rest of my love on you.
life keeps showing me there's no such thing as a sure bet,
but my heart refused to believe and we fell for your charms still.

i see the trajectory of your wants like a bullet from a gun.
you ripped through me and continued on with your fun.
there never was any talk of love, just chemical infused suggestions.
if pain feels this good then hurt me some more.
i'm a glutton for you punishments and adore being your whore.

pluck away on my heartstrings, i can't feel their pull anymore.
i'd slash your big hoss tires i could see your fire once more.
the only way i vibrate is when you shake me to my core.
all of this has become an anti-thesis of a bore.

the myopic lullabye of my obsession plays on in my head.
i hum along to your memory as i masterbate myself to sleep.
my flesh and blood has trapped our sin between my ears.
my pride never existed when you were by my side,
but i'd die a thousand times just to taste your cum one more time.

epic love stories like romeo and juliet can't be wrong.
love is the truest when everyone else thinks it doesn't belong.
the poison is the lust that makes the rest of our lives lose its luster.
we shift into overdrive to capture the thrill of life.
only when you and i come together do we get back into the vibe.
my weakness is your touch, i need you to glow!

Zombie

april showers won't bring me may flowers.
i feel sad.
the sun shines brightly.
the birds are singing a joyous song,
but i feel sad all day long.
i live in between the past and the present
like a self-created limbo.

4:21 AM i can't sleep again.
images of you taunting me.
your kisses damned me to this barely here existence.
i can't even masterbate anymore.
you robbed me of all pleasures.
i've gained seven pounds of depression.

my monthly bloating and cramping are here.
another reminder i wasn't good enough.
if i don't crawl out of this pain soon
they're just going to abandon me here.
i can already hear the exasperation in their voices.
the down side to bipolar is every one gets tired of your mood swings.

i'm stuck on misery.
from january to april i have mourned you.
my grieving has consumed me
and i've tried to consume enough pizza for sixty.
nothing satisfies my cravings for your touch.

april showers won't bring the power to forget you.
i feel sad.
the dog rolls happily in the grass.
i hear the laughter of children playing,
but i feel sad every day.
i live in a perpetual state of a self-induced zombie like state.