pasdesolee:

The Romantics had it right:
a dream is a dream, but a demon lover emerges from reality.

Let me dream a dream where I witness you:
A ragdoll, shredded at the seams and beaten down
Bleeding but fighting, almost delighting in this,
This fresh cut, new cut, a blade made from love.
Love, my love? You just knew how to fuck.

And fuck me you did; or at least you tried
But it’s okay to try, for there is a first time
—and a last—
and a best—
for everything.
Out of the best, you were the worst.
A lover in the least, a demon, a beast!
Steel claws and red eyes, murder without compromise
So fuck me again, if you would,
Fuck me over ‘cause it feels so good
To know that you care.
Bring on the words, boy, lay it down bare.
What’s that? Oh, there’s nothing there?
You pussied out? I guess that’s fair.

There’s just some things you’ll never get,
But karma’s the exception and she won’t forget. 

The Romantics had it right:
a dream is a dream, but a demon lover emerges from reality.

Let me dream a dream where I witness you:
A ragdoll, shredded at the seams and beaten down
Bleeding but fighting, almost delighting in this,
This fresh cut, new cut, a blade made from love.
Love, my love? You just knew how to fuck.

And fuck me you did; or at least you tried
But it’s okay to try, for there is a first time
—and a last—
and a best—
for everything.
Out of the best, you were the worst.
A lover in the least, a demon, a beast!
Steel claws and red eyes, murder without compromise
So fuck me again, if you would,
Fuck me over ‘cause it feels so good
To know that you care.
Bring on the words, boy, lay it down bare.
What’s that? Oh, there’s nothing there?
You pussied out? I guess that’s fair.

There’s just some things you’ll never get,
But karma’s the exception and she won’t forget. 

What’s the opposite of a kiss?


Softness turned to molten fire;
Fluid, graceful, wrought with desire.
Her head felt the wall but failed to acknowledge
Any kind of pain, or agony, or ire. 

An impassioned stare and an intake of air
Where there once laid hands, there’s nothing there.
Lifting her eyes in an effort to make contact,
Only to find his, too close and too bare. 

Doomed to repeat the mistakes of others,
Others who have turned you into me. 
I will not be the others. I will be me.
I will be you.
I must be true.
For the sake of me and for the sake of us,
I must. I must.
I must defeat the demons of mind-lust,
The love of another person’s mind.
I’m falling behind, losing standards
That once kept me on my toes.
And how is it that everybody knows?
I’m transparent, in the way
That I couldn’t lie if you asked me to,
But I’ll try when you ask me for the truth.
It’s all for you.
But I falter not for a face but for a mind
And a soul.
I’m damned for the sake of a bright soul,
Dotted with stars and broken shards of glass.
The allure of the future and a weightless past. 

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