There Was Another Girl In Her Life,

There was another girl in her life,

her name was Crystal.

She came to her like a theif in the night,

promising solace in her cold brittle arms.

Crystal made her feel like flying,

not with wings,

but with fire in her veins.

She came to her like the cold in summer,

the warm in winter,

soft-lipped and knowing,

promising a love that never left,

a touch that never judged.

She held her close in the quiet,

when the world was too loud,

too cruel.

Crystal listened,

without questions,

just the hush of ecstasy

and a breath that smelled like escape.

With her, the nights were stars

bursting behind eyelids.

She wrapped her in silk smoke,

spun kisses of frost and flame,

and whispered:

"You’ll never need anyone but me."

Crystal was there when no one else was.

A lover,

a mother,

a savior in shimmer and sting.

She filled the cracks with lightning,

made broken feel beautiful,

made ruin taste sweet.

Crystal made her feel.

Emotions heightened.

But Crystal was a fucking lie.

She wasn’t warmth,

she was frost that burned,

a match pressed to the lips

that begged for solace.

She didn’t love her,

she used her,

like fire uses wood

until all that’s left

is ash and echo.

Crystal drained her slowly,

first the sleep,

then the hunger,

then the will.

She kissed her pulse,

then stole it.

She was the rush

before the ruin,

the high

before the hollow.

Her laughter grew quiet,

her joy grew thin,

her skin,

a parchment of stories

she no longer remembered writing.

Crystal never held her hand,

she held her hostage.

Every embrace

was a chain.

Every promise

was a blade.

She loved her

like a flame loves a moth,

dancing close,

until there was nothing left

but a flicker and a fall.

I'll never forget her,

and all her conniving ways.

Her name was Crystal...

Crystal meth...

-Cyrus K.

More Posts from Cyrusk and Others

1 month ago

I want to lose myself in your love

make you my home again.

But your happiness doesn't belong to me

it is she that makes you bleed

and I watch without being seen.

1 month ago

The child chews

an empty spoon,

as if it were a dagger

he must swallow

night after night,

until hunger forgets

his name.

-Cyrus K

The Child Chews

Tags
1 month ago

I was the moth.

Not blind,

but aching.

I was not deceived by the flame,

I longed for its ruin.

To be undone in that heat,

to burn knowing,

was a worship beyond reason.

A thousand lifetimes in darkness

could never equal

one death

in such light.

-Cyrus K.


Tags
1 month ago
And I Will Kiss Every Single Scar On Your Body And Soul, To Remind You That Love Doesn't

And I will kiss every single scar on your body and soul, to remind you that love doesn't

have to hurt.

Ginnie Bale

1 month ago

The roofs shackled deep,

Far below the spires of the churches

That not a soul wanders into

For fear of being seen and accosted.

The roofs shackled deep,

In the pockets of the pictures

That crop up on midnight lights

Every half year or so.

The roofs shackled deep,

And then held out of reach

Because blood is thicker than water

And both are bought to let.

Reap torn bodies with a bare hand

Because we'd all do it if we can,

There are those, and there's me

And then the crop of the land.

1 month ago

“It’s amazing how much damage can be done when you have nothing but good intentions.”

— Tom Marin

1 month ago

She rests in the arms

of a man who cannot feel her storm,

while I drown

in the flood she left behind.

I feel like a spider,

strung with longing,

spin webs from torn ribs

to catch the ghost of her smile.

Her laugh...

a blade I swallow each morning,

thanking it

for the pain.

I would tear the stars

from the throat of the heavens

just to watch her eyes

glimmer one more time.

My love is not gentle,

it is blood and bone and burning rope.

It is sleepless nights

stitched with screams

no one hears.

This is love,

where I am the pyre

and she,

the flame

that never stays

but never dies.

-Cyrus K.


Tags
1 month ago
So Soft It Hurts

so soft it hurts

1 month ago

“Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.”

— Unknown

1 month ago

I do not believe there is a more dangerous and destructive force in all the world than hope, but I do not believe there is a more necessary or perfectly beautiful one either.

Tyler Knott Gregson

Loading...
End of content
No more pages to load
  • cyrusk
    cyrusk reblogged this · 2 weeks ago
  • kittykilla40
    kittykilla40 reblogged this · 2 weeks ago
  • kushytush
    kushytush liked this · 3 weeks ago
  • cemetery-fox
    cemetery-fox liked this · 3 weeks ago
  • tenaciouslovecollective
    tenaciouslovecollective liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • kittykilla40
    kittykilla40 reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • kittykilla40
    kittykilla40 liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • prettypoison-blog
    prettypoison-blog liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • whisperingthoughts
    whisperingthoughts reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • dasendekamtrotzdem
    dasendekamtrotzdem liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • dasendekamtrotzdem
    dasendekamtrotzdem reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • fuckyouyouufuckingfuck
    fuckyouyouufuckingfuck liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • cyrusk
    cyrusk reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • comfortablynumbkitten
    comfortablynumbkitten reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • cyrusk
    cyrusk liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • cyrusk
    cyrusk reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • comfortablynumbkitten
    comfortablynumbkitten reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • whisperingthoughts
    whisperingthoughts liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • comfortablynumbkitten
    comfortablynumbkitten reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
  • comfortablynumbkitten
    comfortablynumbkitten liked this · 4 weeks ago
  • cyrusk
    cyrusk reblogged this · 4 weeks ago
cyrusk - cyrus k.
cyrus k.

46 posts

Explore Tumblr Blog
Search Through Tumblr Tags