punch drunk love

is described on the internet

as a boxer who has been hit

too many times in the head

&how many times

has love knocked me down

only to get back up

&text him again

i am an all star

in this sports arena

taking each blow

like a pro

this borderline obsession

with his confusing messages -

pressing send again

a means to an end

Flowers, butterflies, sky, foods, books, music, universe, love and

and

and

and

lot more things to obess.

Then why am I obessed with my imperfections?

I’m not. I know what you’re thinking and I’m not obsessed.

I think you’re beautiful in a way that shouldn’t be physically possible, is that a crime?

I’m not in love with you and I don’t stalk or follow you, I just appreciate what’s there. Is that a crime?

I have my desires but I keep them to myself and show restraint.Though, I see only you when I close my eyes. Is that a crime?

I want everyone to see the beauty you posses, and how you don’t deserve it. Is that a crime?

I want you to realize there is someone out there that sees you’re wearing the skin of a goddess. Is that a crime?

I love the shape of those carefully crafted toes you manage so well. I want someone to take them away before you ruin them. Is that a crime?

I want to touch your soft hands and keep them all to myself, Is that a crime?

I want to keep your lavishingly colored eyes in a jar and have it put in a museum, Is that a crime?

Fine, I might be obsessed but... is that a crime?

@Mute

I can’t forget that face of yours. Each night I look at your new post on Instagram. I can’t take it when you have a new girl by your side. I never washed the shirt I lent you after soccer practice. Every now and then I put it on and press a soccer ball against my stomach waiting for you to show up. But like always… nothing but my wailing soul. I also kept the 3-year-old gum you put underneath my desk. Sometimes, I slowly roll it over my tongue and I imagine your face. I’ve been watching and waiting for 3 long years… wondering when I should strike. I don’t want to hurt you but at the same time, I cannot allow you to escape me. Oh, the agony and the many headaches I have. If I could, I would eat you. This way you could always be with me. Maybe keep you all to myself… I wonder. Don’t get confused… my love is just on another level. I sleep next to the underwear you lost in high school. Some nights I can’t go without looking through my private gallery of you in the locker room. My legs, hands, and my whole body crave for you. My obsession is growing out of hand, I can see that. But what chance do I have? I’m feeling alive tonight, my husband. 

Obsession

Is usually a word to describe

an intrest or love

but

in my case

it means touching doorknobs till my hands bleed

cracking my knuckles until they're sore

deleting and rewriting sentances until they've reached a multiple of four

tapping my face too many times to count

crying in the dark

in my case

obsession

is

my life

#ocd

cold air, glass heart

a starless sky

an open window

a bed too wide for one

and a long night

the tick of a clock

the still, steady rhythm

a faint taste of roses

bittersweet thorns

that lingers on

a tongueless breath

a tear-stained pillowcase

a glass-stained mind

headphones, chasing that high

a sad playlist with a sadder title:

a Stranger’s name

an escape of reality, of

distant, faded songs and a

distant, faded heartbeat

crimson roses, bloomed

in a graveyard of dreams

yet the clock ticks

at the wrong time:

stopped; never been so lost

a crash in the night

a breathless scream

shattered

empty bottles on the floor

shards of glass-

rose-tinted glass

- deathetix

"Best friends? Right?"

Not "let me hit just once"

Not "I am in love with you"

Not making a new number to face time me during my therapy sessions

Not calling me begging me to talk again

Not using friends accounts to contact me

Not waiting until I stopped saying no

Not waitng till I half nodded to make you stop

Not wishing I was fake the whole time

Not you trying to track me down for two years after

But yeah...

Best friends.

Hey friends,

I've got your Love potion #9

right here

only my love potion isn't

going to get you that

guy or girl

No, my potion is much much more

If you want to meet Mr. Right

or that perfect girl for that

perfect night

I've got big news for you

this may be shocking

but it will be alright.

Love isn't in a drink...

or a spell

and you won't find it

in a book

even if you want him/her

to rin your bell

that's not how you make

someone hooked.

love cannot be bought

love is an action not a thing

why do you think it's for sale

and why?

do you want someone

who doesn't want you back?

You don't need to cast spells

for that

we are living in hell

There's plenty of that

True Love can only be

found in one true place

that is in...

YOU

When you love you the

best

and reject shit love

then only best come to you

That's how you find

true love

It must start with you

My Love Potion

is for you to love you

Your creator created you

perfectly

as soon as you

find your own magic

and know you're

worthy

of your own love

then true love has

found you

NOW GIVE YOURSELF A (((HUG)))

Athena

10/23/2019