Talapadme

I love you intensely. I wish to write this on your skin, Calligraphic brush strokes coloring Sienna brown, India black, deep blue Thick markers with every hue of the rainbow A blue felt tip pen dancing Each stroke a little less ornate, a little less polished A little more ordinary But that’s us, isn’t it? Ordinary Making marks when we touch Indelible, sometimes invisible In your hands, with your touch, with your words You make me art. I feel beautiful when I’m with you. We make art together. And I love you intensely.

Take me there and lay me bare In pieces on your bed. The night will ring with demons and things We wish we'd never said. And when at last you set me free And the games have all been played, I'll weep and groan for sights unknown Wishing that you'd stayed For then on eves of nights with leaves And all is said and done, I'll kiss you once and testify, It was a war I won

I want you like the melody That churns inside my head. It's dangerous, alluring, How much I want you in my bed. But in the end, you'll vanish, And I'll be left for dead. Just a little tiny girl, Trapped in her own head.

I don't want your loving. I only want your tool. I've played you like a deck of cards. Don't take me for a fool. There's more to me than meets the eye, Far more than you could guess I want to tear your world apart. Just to get undressed.

I don't have time for projects. I don't have time for fools. I only have a moment. My life won't be a ruse. I pour out my heart and soul You don't get back in There's nothing left but bitterness Hiding beneath my skin

Trust is a thing not easily given But I do it all the time To people where I shouldn't bother To lovers who commit crimes Against my very nature, I struggle and resent Not long for the breaking, where all my trust is spent

Addicted to danger Adrenaline rush Total stranger Feelings, hush Bad idea, Judgement states Foolish Heart, go ahead Freefall, riding without brakes Until, suddenly, you're dead

Like a bell, insanity rings on echoing into the distance It's quiet at first, almost silent Then louder and larger until every clap of the bell Is like thunder and wind, tearing apart the world It goes on and on, clapping and slapping the edges of the mind Crashing its sound waves against the shores of thought Things shake off shelves and rattle apart There is nothing to be heard but the sound of the bell Seemingly endless tolling echoing on and on Then the pull stops. The sway slows. The tolling turns to a ringing as the bell gets smaller and swings less The shaking stops. But the echoes ring on and on. Fading dim but waiting on the bree

Should I stay or should I go. My heart tells me yes My mind tells me no So many tears have I cried over the days Begging you to understand, begging for your gaze My mind has rebelled and gotten away from me I can't control it, I've lost all sense of me Maybe I'm not cut out for this, Maybe I don't want to know why The screaming and crying The feelings I hide If you knew you would run, You've proven that to me. When I show you a piece, you flee the whole scene You hide in your space, You hide in your pain You don't see the scars that you are ripping open again. You don't hear my screaming You don't hear my pleas You don't hear my crying. Y