Fightoffyourdemons

I live in a new place

Filled with faces l'Ilnever see again

Hard floors and stale air

It's cold here and nothing feels like

it should

But for now, this is where I will lay

my head

Close my eyes and wait till I make it

Run your lips on my tongue

Grab me and let me taste your sweetness

Paint a picture with my fingers

Draw your body with mine

Sit back. Hold tight

Breath deep and let me drown in you

Soak in your sea

Die in your ocean

Sweet honey and peaches

Let me wipe my mouth and say again…

Her bed always felt safe

Always Filled with pillows

but enough room for me

I had my side and she had hers

But We always met in the middle

Intertwined our legs like roots in a tree

I hated waking her up because she never really got good sleep

But when she did it always started with her in my arms

But Now

we sleep alone

Cold sheets

And endless space

Our limbs are up rooted and scattered

But every now and then

I sneak to her bed

Let my head fall in her lap

And dream.

Her bed

And it’s in deep shades of green and black

It’s silent but I hear it so loud

I’m jealous

stay home

just relax

write down your dream and goals

get in a positive mind set

But my mouth if full of blood

With my tongue bitten off at the tip

On glass that was shaped like eggshells

Scattered on the kitchen floor

I’ve bled enough from biting my tongue

And now I walk with blooded feet

Hoping the clear a path

I’ve found sometime to write

All my words are scrambled and laced with venom

I write from a different place

A darker place now

An unfamiliar place

A place beneath my ribs

A place where my hand is cramped

Mouth is dry and starving for blood

I never knew this place

Now it’s like home

I’ve placed a bed with new sheets here

Dim lights and white noise

Make this place like home.

I write from a different place now

And I fear

Like you used to hold mine

And your smile looked endless

How it used to look for me

Words fell from your lips

And your heart beat different

But this time it’s for him

I used to write poems about a girl I was in love with

then it stopped

Not the poems

But being in love

Now I write more about loss

I am my fathers son

Equipped with all the fixings

Broken and beaten

Chasing the feeling of love

I am my fathers son

Needy and lustful

Waiting to be fixed

I am my fathers son

Broken but needed

Loving and lost

Withered and anxious

I am

A son

Longing to be taught and shaped

Grooved and molded into a man

But until then...

I am my fathers son