I Hate When You Sweep The Floor And Then You Have To Remove The Broom's Toupee

i hate when you sweep the floor and then you have to remove the broom's toupee

sweetheart your palsy, honeyed eyes

make me restless

and when your teeth grazed my neck

for a flash, I wasn’t a corpse, what horror!

your touch almost brought me to life

honey, you mortify me

and like a moth I chase your glow

hungry for more, I jump to your arms

I crave more of you, your tongue

your lips, your fingers, your teeth

.

I’ve come to loathe your devoted gaze

the way you sound in the mornings

or right before bed, quiet, soft and inviting

one word and I could fall to my knees

beg and drool for more, more, more, more

.

your softness stabs me with all innocence

and I bleed all guilty on these white sheets

your affection breaks my obstinance

and I choke on my own pride and reason

your devotion is a knife to my lungs

but I yearn for something to fill my chest

.

I am a woman that turns love to violence

and you, with all your downy intensity

and grotesque affections..

what are you?

I have no words for you

I have no words for you

-Nidhi Bhasin, excerpts from a book I don’t want to write

My heart is stuck in the last moments I felt at home

Out in the world

Surrounded by lifetime friends

best buds

good

great mates

strolling around carefree as

if

we don't all have the weight of our world

dragging us down

the moment we leave each other

my heart is stuck on our moments

when nothing matter except

the next funny thing said

our presence enough

to make our world seem bright

having audio processing issues is so humiliating like yeah i heard you and yeah i was actively listening but the problem is i dont know what the fuck you sayed

Luminous Scars

How many nights

have you spent without sleep

in the false fervency

of dreams inescapably deep?

What extent of excruciating pain

have you endured

to have finally mastered the art

of sculpting a smile so pure?

How many steps have you taken girl,

and stood up after the worst defeat

to feel nothing with a thorn

stuck in your bleeding feet?

How many rivers have you cried

in numbing silence

to love so unconditionally

against fate, in fearless defiance?