He wants her her long black hair and brown eyes Her propped up tits pushed together like cuddling lovers He wants all of her Not one ounce of her soul though She can keep that locked up with the bats Far away from his la dee dah soul La dee dah cuz he lost itContinue reading “Not Your Wife III”
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Not Your Wife II
The ocean in him In me We’re not like the rest I don’t wanna be He does His kisses His secrets My lessons My forgiveness It’s maddness He’s my Neverland -Saschia
Scale Mindset
I want to give But not overwhelm I want to receive But not deplete Sometimes I take too much Sometimes I give too much Sometimes I don’t expect anything at all -Saschia
Up up up
Worlds open and shift And move into silence Things look up We look up For hope For dreams For guidance Strong arms Hang tight While Grips are loosen -Saschia
Fairy’d
The eyes stare back They never used to Or maybe I just never noticed Or maybe they did And I’m just forgetting it all -Saschia
Fragments stitched together Smiles from laughter From nervousness And kisses from drunkenness From the need to escape Life teeters in our damp palms With pieces of our lives piled high I stitch them together with black thread Strong enough to hang a shadow Or catch a dream Fragments, skin colored A diversity of skins CouldContinue reading
It Finds Me
Hope finds me Like a lurking child fingers wiggle under the door crack Shards of light break through Hope finds me A glimmer of sunlight Reflecting off a droplet of dew It makes home in my heart Whether I like it it not -Saschia
The Night
The night is where he hides He’s open to me From a distance It’s always one of us Pushing the other In someway But when the numb comes It comes The only option Is to write it away
The Wait
The feeling in my gut the taste on my breath both wretched so I brush and skip a few meals an act of hoping that the shift will come soon I know it will come It’s just a matter of patience -Saschia
Job Daydreams
She found the jobs of her dreams Life threw them on her side table And she waded through her options as if this was always meant to be She found her value And made love to her dreams Her gift’s not a curse When she’s getting everything she needs
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