Beautifully Brutal

You feel so far away

your bones shifting

under my skin.

Caressing

so rough

so archaic

Brutally Beautiful

The lack of words carves a hole into my heart

Spraying. Splaying.

Devouring.

Tastefully decadent.

I've lost myself in you,

the horror of it seeps into my pores

Do I even like me?

Do you even like you?

Your washed out views are reflected in my eyes

The lack of care

lack of all things living.

I am the only lively piece that remains

One by one we remove your stones

into recessed lighting,

into the freshly stained cabinets.

Our hands as sandpaper

tongues as paint brushes

blood of stain.

We're too old to be doing this,

how decadently brutal.

Candor

I went for a run.

Every anguished thought,

tormenting each pavement placement.

Heels, slamming into the deceit

toes curling into the ground, and pushing it off

into nothing.

Obliterated.

I refuse to let you drag me down,

I reject the notion of your two-faced lies.

You can't make me into something I'm not

I may be in your head, but I know the truth.
You are nothing but a screaming child.

What's done is done.

Emotions placed, felt, and over.

So thankful for having them in the first place,

so gracious for compassion.

It's what makes me who I am.