#finchwriting

[mybloodydoll]

it has been years since i’ve

eaten strawberries and cream

because since then

i firmly believe that they 

are only meant for angels

only an angel could

have turned such a mundane moment 

into pure bliss

her lips as red as her strawberries 

the cream the perfect accent

and every bite resulted in

the slightest smile, as if she didn’t

want anyone to know her secret

her beauty was ethereal

beyond anything on this earth

she was an angel, enjoying a ceramic

bowl of strawberries and cream

not knowing that i was watching her 

across from me

and when the sunlight streamed in

there was no mistaking her halo

had i only asked her to take me 

with her when she went back home

[mybloodydoll]

it’s hard to think of you

without the intruding lies

of my desperate brain

thoughts of you are always

followed by images of

us traveling to places 

beyond the confines of

our tainted minds

i can not think of you

without the feelings of

butterflies awakening

in my stomach and blocking

my throat

your beauty takes away 

my rancid breath

even if just a thought

i can see your eyes stare

back at me as we make our

way through the world

hand in hand

sweet fantasies meant for the

backs of my eyelids

this is my mind’s way of torture

i know they’re lies

i know you’re a lie

but i still believe

[mybloodydoll]

i have brought you the head 

of your enemy

without your warrant

hoping for your approval

your eyes inch over the severed head

their clear eyes and lolling tongue

the disgust is evident on your placid face

my heart sinks to my stomach

i have done too much

the ground bit into my fallen knees

your approval was all i had longed for 

now you back away from me

all the way onto your throne

your throne i built out of my own flesh and bone

you grip the the armrest 

i grip the still warm head

and one word leaves your mouth

“dungeon”

the tears fall from my eyes

they try to catch your dry eyes

but all they see is the head i severed

for you

hoping you would love me as 

much as i loved you

[mybloodydoll]

i want to worship her body

paint every scar with kisses 

trace every curve with my eyes

until every part of her is

the only masterpiece i know

her body is my favourite

piece of art

there has never been such 

a priceless work of art

i want my hands to

travel

every part of her

she is walking art

she is golden

i have no words

she is mesmerising

her body curved in all the right ways 

i want to worship her 

in every possible way

she is a goddess

will i be enough?

[mybloodydoll]

beauty has come in many forms

don’t let the quiet roses

speak of damnation

when their entire existence

is the meaning of beauty

we shall listen to the

abandoned rat queen

her beauty seen by only those 

who wish to take it away

she fights and claws her way out of 

the depths of their minds

beauty is the last thing 

on her violent mind

yet it is so evident

in her scars and claws

[mybloodydoll]

what a beautiful moment

for the wild flowers

their bees have come to pollinate

and the rabbits have come to nibble 

away at the weeds

while i watch from afar

assessing the amount of time

before my brain thinks of itself 

as one of the wildflowers

ready to give itself to anything 

that passes by and brushes its pollen

and letting the rabbits nibble away at their weeds

not stopping them when they move on to 

their leaves

then all of a sudden 

devouring them whole

[mybloodydoll]

it was warm outside

the house fan filled the house 

with monotonous noise 

the tv played country music

sunlight streamed in from

every window and open door

the air smelled clean

i could see the dust playing

games through the air

hoping to catch one another

down the hall 

i see her walking

her back to me a broom

in her hand 

a black tank top

shiny green workout shorts

her long brown hair in a bun

but she looked faded

stuck in time in that spot 

that is how i see her 

stuck and fading

in a place she despised

in a memory of a fading mind

will she be there long enough

for me to join her 

[mybloodydoll]

i know you no longer think of me 

that time of worship is gone

but sometimes i still think 

of what we had

and i am never sure what to 

say. we were something else

weren’t we?

i always wonder what would

have happened had i never

spoken those words?

had i never gone to that party

i do not miss you because 

you are still here

i just wish i knew what we

could have been

i don’t think that’s 

too much to ask