All I ask for, is your heart.
What I need, is your love.
What I want, is you.

And so, he picked her up and let her breathe, with a new set of glasses instead of those broken wings. I've never seen eyes sparkle like hers did. And with a sharp gaze, where Beauty reigns, tomorrow came. For the first time, everything shined like it was created to. He called her Diamonds, she called him Home.

Feel your every heartbeat
Feel you on these empty nights
Calm the ache, stop the shakes
You clear my mind

You're my escape
From this messed up place
'Cause you let me forget
You numb my pain

How can I tell you just all that you are
What you do to me

You're better than drugs
Your love is like wine
Feel you comin' on so fast
Feel you comin' to get me high


Tied, chained, barely able to breathe,
my Master towers above me on my knees.
Never wanting Him to walk away or leave,
Imploring Him to realize with a look i am completely His.

Waiting expectantly for the flogger to land,
Not only do i want Him, i NEED Him.
No matter what He may have in His hand,
my devotion to Master, my Sadist will never dim.

He enjoys inflicting physical pain when He can,
Knives, canes, clamps may be His choice of toy.
He is my Master, not merely a man,
He is my life.

i adore Him, i idolize Him, i accept Him in my core,
He wears leather and my heart as His prize.
my spirit glows when my Master brings dark fantasies to the fore,
He is my Sadist, i His masochist even when the blood dries.

Splatter your sorrows on walls of regret,
blaming migraines on late nights and
pieces of paper with a doctor's signature on them.
I may, at a later date, thank you for smearing
my reality onto everyone's pages and making me
population's vulnerability. [as for now, I'll just glare in sheer hatred]

Intimate ideas scream their way onto torn loose leaf,
where you see my honesty find a voice and I hold nothing back.
My pen expels philosophies of love, life, and my every heartbreak.
[each word represents a tear drop, each paragraph, a wasted day]

Alive used to be a word I used when I still know what it felt like.
But since time chose to wrap me in vines of consequences and
love me with lies, I feel double-sided.

I'm caught between knowing how to live in love
and never wanting to wake again.

And right now, I don't feel like loving.


my heart beats in breakdowns,
so write me a song that i can scream at you.


Sorry for the person I became.
Sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to try and never become that way again-
cause who I am hates who I've been.

A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
- Ernest Hemmingway,
The Old Man and the Sea