Ink Stain Redux

I am the sin crawling under your skin. The guilt you inhaled in your lungs. Ghost of the past that will cling to your subconscious mind. I am your nightmare.

I showed you skin, you went for the muscle. I kissed you with my lips, you went for the tongue. And when I handed over my heart for you to hold… You squeezed it. You squeezed until it’s no longer beating. Until it is nothing more than just a piece of organ that’s not good for anything else. And when that happened, you stood up and left. Because with you, nothing is ever enough. Your greed is a fire and your life is a forest. The flames found way too easy to lick you inside out without resistance.

You make me sing and scream, shine and dim, sane and mad, and you make me want to fly yet there are days when I want to curl up in a fetal position. With you, there's nothing in between. Just a bunch of extremes.

You were once a wish that I make on shooting stars.

The years painted her in colors so vibrant, she will stand out in any crowd... Until you came along and poured black all over her.

Just when I thought I've walked a mile, The past came back looking all wicked. "How about a little trip down the memory lane?", Past said. And here I am, back to square one.

I'll run my blade across your throat. It's not a threat. It's a reminder of how much I love you.

The years made us crazier, Out of control, Out of love. There's nothing for a hungry soul in here.

It started sweet, Until I reached the core...

Writing can be painful, yeah? Tearing every inch of you with every stroke... With every letter you tap on...

I'm sitting on your chest because I want to make it clear that you are not going anywhere else.

There are days when you are squeezed in the midst of a crowd. Some of them, trying to get home, and some of them going somewhere you will never find out. But you never notice these things because you're head is somewhere only you have access to.

I thought the end comes with a period. So why am I stuck with a question mark?

He pulled me in the pit with him, and there was nothing else in the world but us. He whispered words that made the air rush out of my lungs, and I breathed “I love you” against the skin of his throat. It sure felt nice when he started laughing at the joke I cracked, and his chest would vibrate against my head. Slowly, with a smile on my lips, I fell asleep. A cold, piercing cold tore through me, pulling me out of sleep. And as the last traces of sleep evaporated from my lashes, I realized that there was a note in the place where he was lying the night before. Trembling, I unfolded the piece of paper, trying so much to ignore the faint smell of fear dancing at the edges of my nostrils. “It was fun. You were fun. Thanks.” I folded it and stared at the blue sky, willing the clouds to take me away. “Well atleast, he thought I was fun.”

She's wearing memories of you under her eyes. A dark, unpretty shade of the past.

Realizations

Oh, I never knew tongues can have horns.