Fuck you

Break down your bullshit barriers
Stop lying to my heart
Be who you want
Take what you need
Just don’t lie to me again

Tell me what is on your mind
I have no time to solve your riddles
Be harsh, be honest, be cruel
Just be clear
Explain your heart to mine

You tell me this – but then do that
Who the fuck are you
I’m asking for nothing
But you want an answer
I don’t know what you asked

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Always …. Hoping for Rumi’s field

Was reading a poem “Always” by Pablo Neruda last night…. and was touched by the second half which read:

Bring them all to where I am waiting for you
We shall always be alone
We shall always be you and I 
Alone on earth
To start our life 



It reminded me of the hymn we used to sing at church when I was growing up, “Come As You Are,”  which went like this:

Come as you are, that’s how I want you
Come as you are, feel quite at home
Close to my heart, loved and forgi ven
Come as you are, why stand alone?
No need to fear, love sets no limits
No need to fear, love never ends
Don’t run away shamed and disheart – ened
Rest in my love, trust me again



Both made me think of a space or a love which exists free of judgement filled only with unquestioning acceptance…. the possibility of which provides me with some level of hope – even if it is fantastical – that Rumi’s field exists and is a place in which I may one day reside. 

Numb

I wish my heart would stop hurting
It makes my whole body tired
My eyes hurt, my face hurts
My heart hurts inside
Feeling numb shouldn’t hurt this much

I don’t feel numb
I hurt all over
Every piece of inside
Like you took a place inside my heart
And beat me down from there  

I know you don’t love me
I wouldn’t know what to do if you did
I’m done. 
The tides have turned and I’m done.

Warning…. Unpleasant

I want someone to touch me, 
to fuck me senseless 
Let me feel it tomorrow
Bruises like a ghost
Reminding me of you
My ass burning red
Silk knickers soft against my skin
Freshly best and fucked so hard
I feel nothing around but you
Taking me away from pain
From the days hurt and depression
Hurt my body and make me cum
Distract me from self harm
Bruise my back and choke my breath
Destroy me if you can
I want to feel your strength and power
As you take me from behind
I want you to equal my pain inside
With what you can do to me
Destroy my body.
Match it to my soul.
Is that blunt enough?

My Story

It doesn’t feel like my story.
I didn’t write the lines
So many other voices
Changed a story which was mine

You bound me by your choices 
Taking my body away
Your interest, your desire
It happened yesterday – but changed my every today

I didn’t invite you in  
But now your words are written 
Permanent, black, burned within
A story that no longer feels like mine 

(Picture by Jessica Florence – follow her on Facebook and be amazed!)