silhouettes are really just ghosts.
they're the empty shadows
that breathe against your wrists,
the press of lips
trailing down the knobs of your spine.
ghosts are really just memories.
they're the forgotten thoughts
that linger in your mind,
the aborted decisions
that play behind your eyelids.
it's all real here.
like the yellow bruises on your hips
shaped like fingertips,
like the kisses on your thighs
pushed onto creamy skin.
you left your heart
with the skeletons in your closet
but they found you
as whispers.
silhouettes are really just ghosts.
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don't you dare say it by therainontheirparade, literature
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don't you dare say it
shot glasses filled to the brim
with half assed sorries
aren't going to cut it this time.
you fed me lies.
poured them down my throat
like smooth whiskey,
fingertips brushing my neck
as if you followed the path
to make sure it settled.
it did, for a while.
erratic heartbeats singing to their own
fucked up melodies
because i loved you, you prick
i painted the stars in the sky for you
traced the constellations onto your bare skin
with the pads of my fingers
and the tip of my tongue.
you used me until there was nothing left.
until i tried to empty
whatever else was in there that still fucking hurt
so that i could feel nothing
and it didn't
Lust |ləst|
noun
• [in sing. ] a passionate desire for something
They say those who wander are lost,
lost in their minds and lost in their bodies,
adrift in the oceans of their cells,
of the blood thrumming through their veins.
[ But I want to explore, they say,
fingers grappling at the air in front of them
as if they can grab hold and pull themselves forward,
away from the known and into the unknown. ]
They say those who wonder are broken,
questioning the way the world works,
the way the body knows how to breathe,
ribs expanding and collapsing to a song that
nobody can hear.
[ Why, they question, they question everything,
the d
i'm trapped in a galaxy of constellations
surrounded by planets and incandescence
your palm slides up my throat
fingers curling around my jaw gently
and i'm left here with nothing but
darkness and specks of stardust
and the overly familiar ghost of your fingers
burnt into my skin
you've wrapped me up in this blanket of the night sky
this homemade quilt of
mismatched luminosity and starry warmth
and i don't know if i ever want
to leave, now
you exhale the moon into my lungs,
and i breathe out the stars
I want to map out the night sky on your body.
I want to find the constellations in your freckles,
And trace the shadows on your skin with the pads of my fingers.
I want to learn the way you breathe through my hands,
Feel your diaphragm collapse and expand under my palms.
I want to kiss down the knobs of your spine,
Until I have all of the dips in your back memorized.
I want to learn the secret of how you laugh,
And catch it before it gets the chance to escape.
I want you and your imperfections,
And I want it forever.
you're smooth, you know
all soft skin and and long fingers,
cupping my cranium and sliding through
the tendrils of my hair
everything about you screams dangerous,
the way your smile starts--
languid and lazy because
your lips speak in secrets
passed through dry presses of mouths and
shaky exhales
you're ineffable,
the way your chin tips up
just so
to show the expansion of your neck,
the littering of freckles that create
constellations and desire
i'd trace the lines of your body
with careful and practiced touches,
i'd turn you into poetry--
transform your lungs into lyrics
your ribs into rhymes,
your tongue into text and
your spine into som
Lipstick Lullabies by therainontheirparade, literature
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Lipstick Lullabies
she puts on her lipstick, her heels,
her dress that barely covers the tops of her thighs
and tells herself that she's okay
that this is justified
she plants a kiss onto a sleepy four-year-old's cheek
tells her to get some sleep
and goes off into the night
she grows from timid and ashamed
to confident and bold
licking bright red lips at any car
that slows down enough to look at her
bending over into the passenger's window
at any car that stops
she sleeps with a sleazy business man that night
who bruises her neck and uses her body
and calls her a bitch, and a whore, and a slut
as if fucking her wasn't enough
as if needing to humiliate and mar
I'm losing the world, one day at a time by therainontheirparade, literature
Literature
I'm losing the world, one day at a time
we lost you today
sickness took over until you were a ghost of your old self
just a shell of something you used to be
My lips were salty and my mouth was dry
and they let me hold you
as you went away
they let me press my lips to your forehead
one last time
And I tried to be strong, okay
I tried so hard to be strong for you,
I didn't want you to be scared,
I wanted to ease your worries and fears
but I couldn't help it
I couldn't stop the tears as you left easy
as you closed your eyes and fell asleep
because you were gone, now
you were gone and I'm still crying
dragging my shirt up to rub at my sore eyes
I don't know if I'll ever stop cryi
i dream because it's nicer there by therainontheirparade, literature
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i dream because it's nicer there
i impress you in my dreams
talk you into shy smiles and sweaty palms
you watch me as if i'm something worth seeing,
something reputable and wonderful and good
you look at me like i hung the moon
and decorated the sky with the stars
and then
i
wake
up
and you barely know my name