The pain is so consuming I can hardly speak.
I can barely write the words down on paper.
I can barely type the individual keys on my laptop.
I don’t have anymore to give.
No one understands.
No one will ever know.
-N
An Incurable Romance Writer
The pain is so consuming I can hardly speak.
I can barely write the words down on paper.
I can barely type the individual keys on my laptop.
I don’t have anymore to give.
No one understands.
No one will ever know.
-N
I stand transfixed by your movements.
Paralyzed with the thought of discovery.
-N
Yeah, you read it correctly.
I’m only saying what other people are thinking.
Of what others are feeling.
What lies within all of us.
What we are afraid to let out.
What’s the worst that could happen?
It’s okay,
I’m like the rest of you.
I’m the coward that pretends to be appalled,
Secretly marveling at the tales being spun.
Does that make me a deviant?
Tu pourrais être rude c’est ce que je veux
Look at me.
An absolute mess because of my thoughts centering you.
-NR
My thoughts are racing,
Time has me chasing,
Still, I sit here debasing myself.
All for you. What do you do?
Before I even come to,
You kiss me on the lips,
Barely even say adieu.
I hate you.
But then I smell your shampoo,
skin encased in bone and sinew.
And my love begins anew.
-NR
I found my victim.
A weak, helpless being.
She called herself a girl.
Girl, boy, it doesn’t matter.
In the whole scheme of things it never matters.
She begged,
Pleaded until her voice was gone.
“Mercy!” she shouted.
“Leniency!” she cried.
She shook in her chains,
But that only made me laugh harder.
She spit in my face,
But that only made me harder.
I’m only paying it forward.
I’m only returning the gratitude,
The world has bestowed upon me.
I digress,
Tight with anticipation,
From the final release,
Of my stress.
-N