Success, Love And Fear

    The pain is all so real. Don't you know there is a  demon in that little pill? Whispering promises like  fluttering  fingers tips against  your lips.  If only orgasms were like little deaths,  just so we could feel alive again.  But this hell dust is no yellow sunshine.  It will make you wish you chose Mr. Blue.  You look in the mirror and ask, "Sweetheart, what happened to you? You were born in the wild like a bright burning fire. You couldn't be tamed.  What in the hell changed to make you so sour? Did the devil call out your name and taint it with his power?" Flip, reverse the act.  I have never seen a person run into the arms of the devil quite like that. You make me believe in fantasy fiction come true.  Keeping  your soul chained on the line of the  living and those long past dead. How do you love when you have come undone? Wearing your pain in a heart shaped tattoo.  If there was somethi...

I want to believe in love Just like how the midnight  Believed in the warmth of the sun.  But to let go of this rage Is like walking through  the fire with all the pain.  Believing in you was like licking the frosting off my favorite cake. So sinful sweet, it hurt my teeth.  You are to blame for this cruel game .  Am I guilty of whispering your name? I cried out to God asking," How come?" It is not like I am his unfortunate son.  Yet here I am crucified To a heart that never gave a damn.  I asked again, "How come?!" All I ever wanted to do  Was know the warmth of the sun.  -Ashlae Grisham 2021