Submissions by SilenceAnon

How many more times will I have to
extinguish the smoldering remains of what I believed was love?
Why do I always
feel as if karma really is a bitch?

You know,
I've heard of a time period
In which women were
raised in such a respectable manner.
Where has it gone?

You see,
I treat women well
and with respect
as I believe that even some of the most
wicked have managed to achieve.

You see,
the idea once was
that women would search
for a man,
and a man for a woman;
rest assured that they would
live...

It seems
that I've got more time
than I know
what to do with

I am not certain
if I resent the fact of it
or if it just allows me the
time to find a reason
to love it. . .

Sometimes I crave the feeling of your lips against mine

Sometimes I want nothing more than to suck all of your worries and fears out of your throat

so that I can swallow them in hopes that maybe someday,

When I am forced upon the tallest mountains and am thrown off by my very own weakness

just to fall forever through the hells that my self inflicted wounds have created;

That maybe,

Just maybe.

You would return the favor.