Nothing gives me more pleasure 

Than perching on your shoulder 

Whilst you pleasure her

Cheekily nipping at your earlobes 

Infesting your brainlobes 

Crawling across your memories like an angry tribe of red ants 

What an amazing sensation to anchor my fingers into yours 

To look into the famished mirrors that are your eyes 

And to see my reflection 

As you salvage the sweet fruits of her flesh that will never fill you 

The climax comes as you look at your own hand, realizing it is not yours

You feel him inside of me 

Like I am inside of you 

And the surge of warmth you feel is not yours 

But another man's

I lay satisfied 

As does she 

But you are empty  

Wondering if you will ever be able to sleep with her

"Honey, please pass the gravy." Extending slender ligament across the table, her life-drained porcelain fingers make way for porcelain dinnerware.  

"Okay, darling, here you-"

"Mom, why does Dad always use the red gravy and we have our own?" asks the mouth between two plump, pink cheeks.

"It's because he-"

"It's because I-"

"You know your daddy's special, son."

"How come Daddy doesn't like sun? Is Daddy a monster?"

Silence stirs the supper table. This moment had always hung over them, like the living room chandelier waiting to crash to the ground.

"It's time for bed, son."

MrsDarcy

I await the night when I'm able to lye down on my pillow and not feel the sturdy curve of your chest against my cheek

While your fingers braid through my sunshine locks; a peaceful intertwining of souls 

I await the night that allows me to sleep

Despite the dancing chirps of birds,

The smells of earth, and grass, and your breath

It is still warm on my lips

And I can't  succumb to dreams

When I've lived a day like this

MrsDarcy

I still check your wall

Just to peep over the one between us

Your pics are bricks that torment me.

Picking one from the barrier,

I hurl it back at my own body, 

which welcomes the burn,

Aching with the pleasure that comes with knowing

What are you up to?

Who is that girl next to you?

Your cousin? You have the same... ears, I guess?

Your sister's date? That is kind of a lesbian dress..

Hmm, eighty-three likes... pssh

BIG DEAL

Becoming dimples,

Crystalline eyes,

Your face is the same,

just without the extra weight aquired by spending hours stranded on the sofa, watching The Notebook on repeat and filling the empty hole inside of you with artificial love in the form of mini-marshmallows (they have natural flavoring too) 

Not that I hoped that that'd all happen to you. 

I still check your wall,

because that emo, pain loving part of me wants to remember our escapades etched in the back of my mind

(that ended sooner than escapades should)

But, then I realize that you don't wear that same jacket

I realize how much your status has updated

and that now, your familiar features

are ones I don't even recognize

The bricks have towered too high

It's not your wall I'm checking at all

MrsDarcy (c) 2016

Asleep in the grass

With a peach of an ass stuck in the soil 

I am a plant

My locks grow alongside green blades

Where my body lays 

Peaceful;

Most awake in my deepest slumber

My roots splay across the weed with open fingers;

Connected 

Thump, thump...thump, thump 

That's my heart 

Thump, thump...

Can you hear?

Just listen for the sound 

Buried deep beneath the ground 

Past the dirt and the roots 

Can you hear?

Connected 

I woke up like an island,

My head shrouded by clouds

So distant, oh, so far away,

and if you cried aloud, 

Now, I would not hear you

beyond smooth, but tumbling sea,

for somewhere in your travels,

You forgot remembering Me 

MrsDarcy (c) 2016

You're kissing him,

but he's not kissing you.

He's not feeling the same way you are,

and he's not looking for the same thing.

Your eyes meet, but it's at a crossroad;

they choose different directions.

Yours: senses and feelings

His mouth tastes like cigarettes

Soon enough, you'll be a chain smoker

His eyes are like oceans,

except less of a cliché 

Waves drift down your body,

tugging at your bra, 

lifting up your shirt 

He doesn't want to fuck your mind 

or ride through the depths of your thoughts 

He yearns for flesh.

Panties at your knees,

skirt flung across the room

You want him to look at your naked soul, but

Your body is all he sees.

I'm sorry,

but he's kissing your lips,

Not you.

There's a locket of yours that I can't open up,

but I know that there's something inside.

Is her skin made of porcelain?

Does she have diamond eyes?

There's nothing, my dear, to hide.

My feelings are true,

and I'll stand by you

even if it's her picture in there.

I just hope you don't mind

my asking why

you gave me your locket to wear.

My manifest destiny stares back

Through a sunset pair of eyes

Oklahoma land rushing through my veins

You're all the bounty of the plains 

You're the beautiful delirium 

Of bright blue skies

All these strong bucks want you too's

I want to be the one you choose

But when the gun guns,

And they run to your plot

My wagon will stay 

In this very spot

You're my manifest destiny

But I couldn't improve ya, 

And Lord knows you're not free

Be my manifest destiny 

Please, ride up aways east for me