Locked doors and tightened chains.As the stiffness in my throat grows.I've given you permission to take a bite out of my heart and you spit it out when you see my tears.It can't happen anymore. The lust in your eyes reels me in but the acid from your mouth forces me back out.Loud noises used to startle us,Now they're the only rain in the hurricane we've created.
My heart is heavy at the thought of you.What you are is something I find difficulty put into words.You make the muscles surrounding my mouth tense up and form a shape exposing crooked teeth.(Not really a smile as much as it is a reflex.)I feel this way and do these things at night and all through my day.To the point where all motivation to do anything is absent from my thoughts. Speaking, moving, even breathing becomes a challenging task.I need this feeling to stop.For you to stop.You make the world unsafe for me.And you make the world unsafe for you.The words that come out of your mouth are"I love you"But if you really loved me.You would let me go.
I'll swim in the oceanthat is your mind andI'll stay there forever.In you, I will drown my secrets & dreams and their corpses will sink forever,for there is no bottom.
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,