Sincerely Harley

My Demons laugh at me every time I introduce them to someone who I feel might be different. Someone who might actually take care of my fatally beating heart. My Demons see and understand the monster he is before I can get my heads out the clouds. Mesmerized by the tone of his voice, flow …

My kryptonite

Why can’t you love me? Did our past together traumatize you so much that you decided to do everything in your power to purposely hurt me? Did she hurt you so much that you forgot how to treat others? Did she drain all the life and kindness that was left in you? Is the way …

Demonically Beautiful..

My eyes fog up and over flow with pain. It paints my face tragically like a painter does to his canvas. But my lover thinks im beautiful... But to me I feel like a monster because I know what I have done and I know the secrets I keep hidden. I no longer wish to …

The Outlaw

"So I guess I can't get respected around here unless I pull my panties down or start cutting dicks off" I say while holding a blunt in my hand and looking at my reflection in this full body mirror. I admire my curly long hair as well as the mole under my left nostril. I …

Always get even…

The sight of him causes my heart to cry. I hate feeling weak and he is one of those people who hurt me in a way no one else can. He is that kind of pain I didn't see coming. He walks over to me with that charming smile on his face like he always …

Wild Love

Silence is what fills this car. Silence and the sound of breathing form this intoxicating barrier no one dares to penetrate. You can feel the desire fill the air around us. It's almost as if the windows are fogging up from being exposed to such a high voltage of emotion and intensity. I don't dare …

Beautifully Twisted

I turn my head to see his lifeless body. I lay down beside him covered his blood, smelling like his grave while holding his soul captive in this room. I smile at myself and remember the great sex my husband and I had before i ended up here ready to complete this tragic act. I …

The monster you created…

That chair... I kept it from my wedding day. It was a memory of my husband and the promises we made. It was a beautiful chair until I was forced to use it as a weapon. I remember how disgusted and traumatized i felt when he bent me over that same chair and took what was …

Different sides of the same monster…

As she laid their bleeding and partially naked I just watch her intensely. She doesn't even cry anymore. She just stares at me with those amazing brown eyes to see if I'm finished. I really think she is building character here. Honestly it disgusts me but I don't know how else to show her that …