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Today, he took me in his arms and whispered,
“Lil, I’m going to keep trying to convince you that I love you, even if it kills me.”
I whispered, “Don’t die” and held him right back.
(via wolvesloops)
So it makes you uncomfortable when I talk about abuse and domestic violence? That’s funny, because it makes me uncomfortable too. It makes me uncomfortable when you don’t listen, when you don’t hear me, and when the world doesn’t act.
(Source: ladyjay91)
My dry eyes told you lies
Red was my proudest color,
Yet, it did not flow for you, my lover
Instead your arms wrapped me tightly
As though a tourniquet cutting my pain
If you, sir, are my dam,
can I be your stream?
Shining, a silver blade penetrates me
Buried in my thighs,
Searching for myself
Red spills on white sheets
But,
If I’m empty, all alone
How, then, does blood flow from stone?
~Lilith~
A smile is not a smile
If it does not reach my eyes
Love is not love
When it is mere lies
Lips are not lips
When they connot kiss with feeling
And hands are not hands
If they do not hold with feeling
My numbness screams louder
Than the tears that are not falling
My eyes are dry and red is prouder
All I have is stalling
~Lilith~
Bite Me, Baby :)
(via wolvesloops)
