Addicted To Toxin

Stay in this cage of arms
Just for a few more hours,
Until I can rip away these heartstrings
That keep me bound to you.
I’m a poet buying cheap words
To keep the woe out of your heart,
Yet it dances across your lips.
Like my lips keeping you
Safe, sound, and seductive.
Dear, don’t return this letter,
You opened it with ruthless fingers.
Rip away at these heartstrings.
I’m running a high fever from touching you.
(Or is it the anthrax that’s got me hooked?)
Keep it secret, keep it safe.
I’ve left my heart in your care.
Even when the sun starts to shine again
And though the wind keeps blowing;
I’ll release these feeling with
A skip, a hop, and a jump.
Until this fine line blends with
The trails of saliva running down your back.
I travel down these trails,
Leading to the sweetest rose I’ve plucked apart.
I say this with sincerity and utmost conviction,
“We aren’t simply caught up in the romance.”
You’ve left me out and about for far too long;
I’m long gone, rusted away and stale.
Peel away at the barrier of skin until
All of my organs are bare.
I’m running on caffeine and nicotine,
While tripping over my feet.
I’m constantly running back to you,
The illusion left in my heart.

It’s written freely without a picture in my mind. Maybe that’s why I’m such a horrible poet.

Rikki [not romance]

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Addicted To Toxin

Purgatory, The One and Only

My lips slide against yours like tears on ice.
This is our deep, dark secret not to be shared.
I’ll embrace you in the dead of night,
So all that is heard are your screams.
Our painful, sinful melody emerges
From the creaks, your moans, and my bittersweet nothings.
Caressing each pore of your skin,
I plead for your reply.

“Give me all that you have.”
All regret is burned away by these
Chemical flames radiating between our bodies.
There are no gods where we lay;
Only you and I remain from this world
That we’ve burned away.

Your restless with the anxiety that
Flows through your veins like a drug.
Can you feel that fever of my fingertips
As they outline a luscious silhouette?
Painting you an alluring shade of rouge
To match the color of your lingerie.
Caressing each pore of your skin,
I plead for your reply.

“Give me all that you have.”
All regret is burned away by these
Chemical flames radiating between our bodies.
There are no gods where we lay;
Only you and I remain from this world
That we’ve burned away.

Just a bit of naughtiness to quench your imagination, though we’ve got more to come. Sin never sounded this good.

Rikki [not romance]

Purgatory, The One and Only

Angels & Mermaids

With these filthy lips, I reach for you. The touch of a fingertip sets them on fire, burning away these lustful desires. I’m evil to the core and full of sin, yet I continue to reach for you. Those haunting dreams fall like snowflakes, dyeing your lips a painful rouge. I can’t hide from you anymore. Keep reaching out to you as the snow melts to escape my touch. So fragile, yet I lust for you. Suffering for you. I will rip away these wings and though it hurts the most; I fall for you. Give me your burnt lips and icy fingertips; escape with me. We can no longer run inside this frozen water. A mirror to reflect my sin. The darkness consumes me, yet I will never stop searching for you. They are red tears that fall and stain all I see. The tears of my skin that cries because it cannot touch you. The tears of my cuts caused by my skin fighting for a glimpse of you. This prison of light that blinds me; if only you could find me on the other side of this mirror.

Rikki [not romance]

Angels & Mermaids

A Drout of Words And A Drop of Blood on the Tongue

I only remember my most embarrassing moments. Please, I beg for forgiveness; just keep me in the back of your mind or forget me. I can’t hit the low notes, but listen please and I’ll sing you your favorite song. This is a vow for change. ‘Cause we’re always spinning the same old song with a sip of cyanide and we hide our hideous smiles. I’m your black-winged angel because the ink spilled when I was writing your love letter and you never wrote back. I’m a reject filled with old toys that you left in the corner of your room to gather dust. Did you throw my meaningless words away into the back of your mind? You’ll never know how much time I spent on those three words. It’s not like you would bother learning about who I was and who I am. I’ll change. I’ll become someone who is satisfied with herself. I’ll become a meaningless word, in a meaningless line, in a song about all the people you used to know. I’m molding away.




Would my stomach cave in if I swallowed all these hateful words? Will they paint me black and leave me to meld with the darkness? We’re always swallowing our words and promising that we’re the best listeners. Do you even know what you wanted to say anymore? My skin is peeling from falling into the fire, but I won’t regret it because for that one moment I knew you. For that one moment, I could taste that small drop of sweat as you walked away. We’re always walking away and I simply let go. I don’t want to let go. Please, hold on to me because the burns hurt because I gripped onto your sleeve until it ripped. I don’t even know my own stoy anymore.




More just give me more. More bitterness. More passion. More care. More of everything that I’m always lacking. Fire away. Until my skull splatters against the ceiling, with a small smile on my face. My ears are ringing from your profession of love in your sleep. It wasn’t meant for me, now was it? I can’t remember my preprepared words; they didn’t survive the microwave. These soul-less smiles are all that’s left. I’ll keep smiling so you never know how much it hurts and you never see the crescent shaped marks on my palm because I hid every word I couldn’t find. I just want to be near you. I promise not to expect to much, so just wipe all my hopeless hopelessness away.




They’re clouding my eyes.




Rikki [not romance]

A Drout of Words And A Drop of Blood on the Tongue

I’m A Secret Dealer, Selling Secrets For a Cheap Fuck

The rain drops fall like your thunderous feelings that are toward the one you can’t reach. We don’t have technical difficulties; we’re just running a bit behind the times. I tend to make promises without the intentions of keeping them in hopes they’ll soothe your feelings. Numb them if they could. I’ll paint you a beautiful shade of silver, so you’ll shine as we wade out in the rain trying to drown our hapless lives away. Take my hand and we could submerge ourselves in impure feelings. I can accept you like you never could. So take this peace offering and hold on with a grip that turns your hands blue just like I imagined you would turn when my hands tempt themselves into strangling you to death. I’m a secret murderer. I kill them and they crack into fairy dust as they are taken away by the wind. Are they secrets whispered between lovers or are they bones? I’ll eat away at you because this is acid affection that burns as I plead to maintain this grasp on your feelings. You’re letting me go. Everything I wish for abandons me because I wish for too much. Rip me apart until the flesh that’s poisoned with me is shredded to pieces I can’t hear it anymore, the rain drops on the windowsill, because my ears, heart, and every piece of me is too taken up with you.This is loveless romance; apathetic passion that runs cold in my veins when I’m left soaked through because I waited for you.

Rikki [not romance]

I’m A Secret Dealer, Selling Secrets For a Cheap Fuck

Lacking in Promise and Beautiful Words

It’s alright; I’ll be here for each of your tears. My hands are shaking from every other heartbeat racking my brain for just the right words to say. I’m not a liar when you lean your head on my shoulder just to say, “I feel lonely every second of my life.” I promise, I’ll cure you of all you suffering. I’d sprout wings and fly to you like an overly played heroine of a comic book. I promise, I won’t let you fall. “I always feel like I’m falling for the wrong person.” Would you believe could stay here forever? Rotting away and returning to the six foot hell that let us free. I’m not a sentimental moment holder because they tend to sprout the wings I can’t find and leave beyond the bars I can’t pass. These exam questions you slip, as though they were casual a mentioning, are spinning webs of mental poison and confusion. Yet I never want to be set free from this grasp that stains my body red, burning away my impurity. I’ll apologize for not being beautiful, but I’ll be elated if my hideousness will make you feel the slightest bit more beautiful. I’m bracing for impact; these words will hurt. “When you’re with me, I feel like you’d be happier if I walked away.” I don’t know what words to say; they’re caught in my thoat. logged and they’re not ss-sslipping away. Set me free. It can’t work like this; only saying the words that a convenient. But I don’t even know how to start. Is it “Oh…” or “Um, well…” or do we just scream until our lung give out? These burns aren’t fading and my notebooks out of pages because I keep writing about you. This isn’t a love song, but I want to tell you I’ll never leave you. It’s not a sad song, but we all know tears can’t smile. I’m slipping words that I don’t even understand because their flooding out of my cut up, uneven, sinful fingertips that are just longing for a caress of your skin, hair, whatever I can get. Tell me, is it my fault for promising you the world when I just realized there’s more than just you and me?

Rikki [not romance]

Lacking in Promise and Beautiful Words

Maybe It’s Time For A Summer Amnesia

You leave not-so-gentle kisses on my skin, burning my skin with this anxiety. It’s better to leave a mark, just like a burn, so you’re never forgotten. This treachery tastes sweet like honey, though it’s a bit sour from the heat. It irritates me like being brushed the wrong way; soft strokes of a bullet leaving red traces that we can never escape. This is a bruise that will never fade because it cuts me up inside to see you walk away. Can I take this as a not-so-sweet goodbye? I can’t sit still when your back is saying we would all wake from this nightmare with a bittersweet kiss to those frowning lips, but I’m always the one dropping “I’m sorry”s as if I had to much to carry. I want to see you smile for once and wash me away with that sugary nostalgia. Take me with you. But these burns are your way of saying “it’s about time to walk away” or is it to apologize for making another promise neither of us expected you to keep.

It’s short and sweet just like every lie that made me smile.

Rikki [not romance]

Maybe It’s Time For A Summer Amnesia