Sin on Porcelain

I'm craving sin on porcelain skin, but only your touch will do. Run your fingers over slow, find places only you'll know, explore something new. Trace patterns down my spine, lace your body with mine, let the fantasies come true. Cause I'm craving sin on porcelain skin, and only you will do.

Little Tattooed Names

I watched you trace your fingers over the names tattooed on my arm and my breath caught in my throat. I waited for you to ask me about them, started panicking over telling you the story, but you just looked up and kissed me. You never asked me about it, and I know one day … Continue reading Little Tattooed Names →

Forest Fire

I found peace in the arms of a man who carefully wrapped himself around me, kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you, baby." Should I ever lose his presence, that moment sparked something in me. I'm not longer a small ember, but a whole damn forest fire.

Fragile. Resistant.

Glass heart behind titanium cage beneath paper thin skin. Be careful with her.

Someone Mentioned Your Name The Other Day:

And I'm trying to be happy for you. I'm glad you found another's bones to make a home out of. I'm just sad you didn't think you could find that in me.

Two Thousand and Ten

I wish I'd never kissed your lips, because it lit a fire in my soul. You are my greatest mistake yet, and I'm the only one who knows.

Nine Months Later

Midnight is approaching, and I'm here thinking about you. I wish I wasn't. I hate that I still am, and that it's been nine months now. I can't help but wonder if you're happy, if I ever cross your mind, and why I wasn't enough. I'll never understand what happened to us, but I'll miss … Continue reading Nine Months Later →