Sober Blood

Sober in my blood
But my thoughts…
They’re drunken for you
Slurring, blurring
I need to be loved, please just love me
Hold me with both your hands
And lift me to our place
Take me without whimper
Because my grace is breaking
And I’m ripping out the pages
Tell me when you feel it too…
The catch in your throat
The wallow far too big
…for either of us to swallow
And our lips, softly they touch
Finding each other, finding their solace
Our disposition tender and so sweet

I love you Beast ❤️

Season of Folly

Tomorrow more than any other day, my heart will yearn in every way.

My soul will ache with need for you, for all you bring, all you do.

They tell us tis the season to be jolly, tis not to me, tis the season of folly.

For I live in falsely built decore, always wishing for you, for more.

So Santa can call his ho ho hoes, but I cant wait for the echoes to go.

Christmas is hell without the one I love.