her mind is troubled

​Sadness. It covers her like a veil. For no reason. There are no passed memories trying to shred her future to pieces. There is no longing for a love she can’t get. There is nothing. Just emptiness. But the void inside hurts. And the tension, the inner pressure, rises. And rises. Her scars are prickling. Thoughts of suicide, not her own, just the act of it, are circling her mind and poisoning her writing. And the scars. They are begging for an addition. Open the skin. Release what’s inside and let it drip down the outside. It’s getting harder for her to avoid temptation and triggers. Everything is alright. She said it so many times that she stopped believing the lie. Just one tiny cut. Just one more. An addiction. And her drug is the pain she will not feel, only see in crimson droplets and opened skin. The box cutter lies on the shelf. Just one cut. It will make everything alright. Stop telling these lies.


I posted this little thing minutes ago on Wattpad. The comment touched me and made me happy

plan for the day

Let’s pull the sheets up over our heads…
Let me lick the sweat off your skin…
Let your hands memorize my nooks and folds and crannies…
Let’s make love hard and fast and slow and sensual…
Let us forget that there is a world outside…
… how about that?

Now this… this was subtle erotica 😉

who am I?

These are my flaws
And those are my qualities.
These are my words
And those are my thoughts.
This is how you perceive me
And that is how I really am.

Who am I to you?
When I’m not lonely…
Who am I to you?
When I feel sensual…
Who am I to you?
When I am happy…
Who am I to you?
When I’m not mysterious…
One of a few?

ask me gently

Ask for my hand, I want your fingers wrapped around mine.
Ask for my kiss, I want your breath mingled with mine.
Ask for my soul, I will sell it too you and give you everything that used to be mine.


Someone said that this was subtle erotica… made me smile because it has not been written as such, but it could be read as such… and I never tire to say that reading is a subjective experience. xx

no more shelter

I want to take shelter in your arms

in their safety and your calm.

I want to hide from reality

and still see with clarity.

Don’t let us end like this

we had more than a myth.

I can feel you in my dreams

and I don’t know what it means.

Spare one thought for your favourite sinner

while your memories of me are growing thinner.

I never want you to forget me

and I don’t want you to set me free.

I needed you to be my forever

and now, you will be my never ever…