LOVEOutLOUD

RED

dontecollinsthepoet:

When your ex lover
tip-toes into
your inbox
like a snake
among river weed,
Do not grab the shovel.
Do not make a siren of the silence.
This is just a drill.
Just another attempt
to test your panic.
She has watched you.
..has remembered
the way your heart
broke under
her breath.
Do not beg.
Do not question
her questions.
She is a Wicked Wonder
and you are impressed
TOO easily.
— DC

(to be continued…)

distraction

loqui:

here again
empty of you
sober as Sunday
not rid, but missing

with a songless glass
empty of you
too ashamed
to leap down
from the shelf
like the bottles stacked up
in the shop across the road
soon to close

laying here, again, a pen
in my hand
and not you
drawing nudes
from blank pages
unclothing these thoughts
in a notebook - full - of you.

(via mobbleberry)

mobbleberry:

Lips crack, 
When you 
shower kis-
ses on them, 
then leave 
them high 
and dry in a 
drought. 
(Hearts cra-
ck like that too).

In Vein (About M)

mobbleberry:

Your name is written
on my rib cage. 
It always has been,
echoing about my 
lungs with every beat
of a heart that has now
been made whole. 
Concealed under 
the fleshy constraints 
of life without you. 
The scratching of 
broken muscles begin
to smooth over,
life in love,
pumps into my veins. 
What a difference,
a day made.