Men Are Art When They Serve As Puppies…

When I’m drunk I want to be worshipped

Yes again, the emptiness that I once felt hug my body, the darkness that consumed everything I was and anything I could be.

So strange that it feels unfamiliar everytime even when it resides in me.

I feel this sudden shame in my face, my veins feel like they will burst and yet the space around me cools down little by little.

Un-puzzled by my feelings I wonder, when will it all stop, when will it be that humans will be truth, and when is it that they will stop acting like animals, including my self.

Maybe hitting bottom was not enough?

Maybe the peach black was colorful after all.

Death? Or silence?

What is it we dream of, or maybe fear off of.

Yes, I remember… when my heart was as weak as a piece of paper,

Crumbled and scribbled…

And now?

confused and conflicted.

You stole my heart many times, you had the power of undressing me by staring into my eyes. You captivated my heart every day, you had the power of feeling so genuine I fell for you over and over.

I loved your inside being before I loved the warmth of your skin. The words that your lips fixed in my ear were like the smell of a garden of roses... so faint but charm. I felt you so vividly in my dreams that when my fingertips touched your skin it felt almost familiar.

Your carnal body fit so well into mine, almost like a puzzle. See, you have the ability of leaving me with out words. Your soul fit so well into mine, almost like an eclipse. Well, you have the ability to communicate trough your eyes.

Whatever mommy wants… mommy gets 😏