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seductive-suffering · 10 hours
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Arrogance drips coldly from your lips,
You demand more than you give.
You take more then one has,
You claim a god but I want a demon.
You breed resentment, and I lust for fulfillment.
Show me a broken man and I’ll show prove myself a succubus.
But if claimed as a mate we could bring worlds to end,
Put poverty to extinction, and heal with love.
 all it would take is you.
And me.
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seductive-suffering · 10 hours
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I could break down the moment of sadness with a carefully calculated moment I long for, I could curiously plot the outline of your body next to mine, I could silence this momentous longing to be tentatively within your grasp.
End the the world with a stolen glance.
Sadly, the ball is in your court
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seductive-suffering · 10 hours
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Sadly.
Sadly I’m still longing.
Curiously still waiting.
Chaotically still calculating.
And momentously plotting.
We could hold on to the different webs we weave, or we could connect because for me the only sadness I see is that you haven’t chosen to see how emotional ownership could also mean intimately.
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Maybe it was innocent,
Maybe it was concentrated chaos.
But could reality breed a more intimate moment where you grab me by the wrist and beg me to be yours?
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seductive-suffering · 11 days
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Find me where my delusion flourishes into brighter pastures.
I may have lost myself but I never even knew who I was.
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seductive-suffering · 11 days
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You always put me in this position,
Flat against my will to live,
Struggling under the weight,
Gasping and reaching for the dark,
Succumbing to the adrenaline that’s forcing me.
Your blood curdling lies whispered in intimate praises.
If the grim reaper knew passion he’d take his claim with lustful caresses.
For the devil is much more a gentleman who gnashes serpent tongues against innocent ears promising lust filled sin in exchange for a eternal partnership.
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seductive-suffering · 11 days
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You’ll be a friend if it suits you, you’ll find the time if it pleases you.
You’ll break things to appease you, and you’ll push me down not cause you must.
Your self indulgent behavior is a catalyst in chaotic worlds.
If I’m broken, well your broke more.
I push you away and I��m a wretch.
You wallow on yourself and I’m selfish.
I gave you a life to be in, and you showed me I must.
I’m breaking quicker now but you just jumble up the pieces.
How could you be a friend when you only see yourself.
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seductive-suffering · 12 days
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Tell me you know chaos and I’ll show you I know hell.
Want me to want you and I’ll show you I don’t.
Push me to grow and I’ll consume you and fuel myself.
I don’t think life is an adventure when you forage for yourself.
Your outlook is clouded when mine is a storm.
I’ll bring you torment when I mean you no harm.
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seductive-suffering · 3 months
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“Right here”
Hand firmly pressed to my rapidly rising chest.
“I want to feel how a flutter can turn to a hurricane”
Fingers trailed down to my waist.
“How every inch I take beneath my fingers can make you quiver”
Two fingers hook my pants.
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seductive-suffering · 3 months
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You’ll yell and ignore your surroundings,
The walls will start to crumble,
The silence will grow to a roar.
We all will wait and hope that our body’s will melt into dust.
Swept under the rug and hidden from oncoming verbal assault.
Your words and feeling spewing into venom taking demonic shape.
Hell can always be in the form of a soul.
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seductive-suffering · 4 months
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I’ll see you every time, for what you truly are.
I’ll watch as you walk by pretending you don’t remember.
But I’ll never forget.
I’m still consumed by the feelings of your hands on mine, your lips so aggressively into me.
The weight of all of you on top of the frame of all of me.
I wonder when you see me what goes through your head.
Are you counting the seconds the minutes?
Do you wish you were with me again. 
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seductive-suffering · 4 months
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Maybe, everything in this life.
Was better without me.
Maybe every day I woke up, just to fall asleep.
Maybe I cried out, but it was in silence.
Maybe sometimes those things that made others feel joy made me feel sorrow.
And maybe when the sun rose, I wish it would fall.
I could handle another night one were I close my eyes and pretend that everything was OK.
But maybe, in the light of day nothing was OK.
Maybe I found comfort in the darkness.
And maybe I didn’t need you to be the light in the dark, because maybe I need to be the dark in the light because that’s where I felt safe. 
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seductive-suffering · 4 months
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It’s kinda funny the way I push to manifest, I see, I want, I dream.
I watch the way you move constantly drawing me in.
You push, antagonize and you make me work for an ounce of grandeur.
I look to you begging to be what you want.
Part of me hopes you crave the feeling of making me suffer, looking at you begging to notice my desperate almost immature advances.
I want to know the sick pleasure you get from making me want you.
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seductive-suffering · 4 months
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It’s not always a cry for help,
Sometimes it comes in silence.
A effortless motion to move me, make me feel.
Push my boundaries because for you I’d have none.
Drown my sorrow in the sea of your eyes.
Take my flaws and erase them with yours, show me your scars because I have them too.
I may be effortlessly broken, but I’m whole when I’m near you.
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seductive-suffering · 5 months
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I felt pure anger and you showed unfiltered rage,
I bleed emotion, you healed with hate.
I grew in self isolation, you structured in supervised abandonment.
You gave me a life but took my will to live.
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seductive-suffering · 6 months
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I could find you in a single moment,
Desperately searching compromise.
I could walk a thousand lifetimes to get lost in your embrace.
Do you even realize my being was captured by you?
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seductive-suffering · 7 months
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I think of you in most unromantic ways,
Dreaming could only be made better if I was awake.
My heart the only stirring you'd hear and the immodest flush of my skin the only color in our darkened space.
Were our body will lay I'd be happy to take this final defeat.
My breath could quicken or cease to come at all, wake me from my dream cause I'm begging, I need to be yours.
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