your words

Your words;
More powerful than your solid body pressed firmly into hers.
More potent than your tongue invading her pretty mouth...than your fingers laced together, firmly gripping her throat, denying her from refilling her starving, empty lungs.
Stronger than your sickening sweet lips she tastes, in the middle of the night, awoken from another nightmare.
More steel willed than your stone cold eyes, gazing straight through her.
Put her to bed on her crippling, lonely mornings.
Turn her into hot lava, trying to melt away the layers of ice forming around her frozen, untouched heart...keeping her warm until it reforms after her haunted release.
Seep into soft pillows that cradle her hectic mind, as if trying to hold her, but never too close, so she's left wanting more
Never make any promises to rid her of, or comfort, her pain.
Your words;
Although never exact, are fierce.
Touch her soul in places she so valiantly hides from the world.
She fights them like the bravest soldier protecting a failing country, falling in war.
Weigh heavy on her heart on the darkest of nights and even darker days she can no longer feel you.
Leave her mind on high alert, over analyzing every one spit in her direction...her short arms flail frantically, trying to catch them with tiny hands, grasping onto ones that get stuck to her greedy, sticky fingers.
Her addiction.
She feinds for them; their hidden meanings...piecing them together into phrases and sentences...paragraphs even, but they fail to repeat that initial euphoric high she, oh so desperately, desires.
Their potency send her body into fits of traumatic, hateful rage, then a delicious wonton lust.
Leave her craving another hit.
To her, they're clear as day.
To the world, meaningless chaos. She recognizes your face in every character, every misread, bent and broken, fucked up piece of you.... dully shining back up at her.
She avoids growing further attached to the word prints and poems you've casually left imprinted on her soul.
She purposefully blinded herself from the ones that you ever so intricately wove traces of her into.

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