Bruises

The bruises on my neck are not as painful as the look of satisfaction that crosses your eyes with your hands wrapped around my throat.

 

-T.L.J

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Deserving

You will lie in your own sapphire sadness, and pray to a god who doesn’t listen to bring you a boy with evergreen eyes and a smile that gleams. And when he doesn’t, you will settle for a boy with murky brown eyes and a silver tongue. He will whisper hymns of lies that will dance across your mind until he beats them out of you for lingering upon them for too long. He will pick you as his flower and he will continue picking until he has a whole bunch, but promise that you’re his favorite. He will swear fealty to your heart before he runs away with it dragging behind him, and when the storm of his presence passes, and the damage on your body left behind finally heals, you pray once again to a god you don’t believe in, and this time he answers. Yet this time, he sends you a man. Tall as a tree over casting a shadow of protection on those who would do such a delicate flower harm. His eyes a hazel green glow and hands as soft as his heart which yearns to call you his forever. And when you have this man, you will stay the hurricane ridden town you have always been and project destruction instead of taking it. You see a cup can only be filled up so much before it spills out. 

 

– T.L.J

Bad Habits

I always held my breath when I walked past cigarette smoke because I was taught at a young age how bad habits can destroy a person. So maybe that explains why I always held my breath when you kissed me, I just didn’t want to be hurt. The thing is, you destroyed me anyways. I lit up all the sweet letters you wrote me along with my first cigarette yesterday. At least now I know you  won’t be the bad habit that kills me.

-t.l.j