We were play arguing in your car one night, debating about girls vs guys insecurities and how they’re confusing. I was telling you how I don’t understand why guys hate their ***** and you told me you don’t get it why girls cake their face. We went on and on, trying to defend each our points until I blurted out “but I love your ****!” And you said to me “well you’re beautiful!” And I went quiet. I scared you actually, you didn’t understand my sudden silence but I think thats the first time I’ve ever been called beautiful with that sort of passion. I’m the type of girl who fishes for compliments, I act slutty and start a little drama because I know it’ll get a reaction. Busting out my cleavage and showing my *** will get me comments from "you’re ****” and “you’re pretty” and I believe them. I love it when you see me naked after *** and call me hot or when I fish for compliments and you say I’m beautiful but this time was all different. I didn’t lead this on. I didn’t expect for that to be your comeback. I didn’t know how to react. Those 3 words echoed in my head for the rest of the night. And I will never forget the way you looked at me with some sort of sorrow or plead or anger when you said it. You wanted me to believe it for once. You wanted me to understand that the way I feel about my beauty is the way you feel about your **** but all that I could care about is the way you looked at me and not the road and told me that I was beautiful. I still can’t figure out what emotion was in your eyes and tone of voice. You were loader than usual which usually indicates anger but there was plead in your eyes. As if you really needed me to know this. And even though, calling myself beautiful is something I don’t know I can ever do, I now know that you really mean it. You saw my naked my body and nothing ****** happened and at the end of the day, you called me beautiful. My beauty isn’t a temporary thing you only every often see and I only now realized that. I love you (and your ****).

answer me please answer me please please please you make me happy you are  usually here please just reply why wont you answer me

The anger does not fit
the cage in which you sit
when with a quick
flick of your thin wrists
you throw ****
and hit more often
then you miss.

You claim to be bereft,
that by some strange theft
your dignity was stolen,

but your religious devotion
pushes you right on your back
as it attempts to enslave,
takes the feminism you once praised
and burns all that progress we’ve made
away;

And your political affiliations
set you in a binary conflict
of liberal against conservative
as the wealthy puppeteers
put their hands up
both party’s ****** derriere
with campaign contributions
and other bribes.

While the pursuit of status
from the materials you lack,
like your Iphone ******,
your sports car crack,
and your commodified
individuality
which comes in
three different colors
a personalized
perfectly designed
clothing line,
makes you an addict
who has to pay
way past closing time
with soul sapping debt.

don't, please,
don't leave me alone with my
Thoughts.
they leave the lights on in my brain
while corpse lies
there.
tomorrow, or friday,
now too weak.
let lids *letharge

Never drop me like a waste
For I am not your fate

Value me as a pearl
But not like a hurl

Never use me for misery
But only for ecstasy

Pleading with a peer
Me, the overflowing tear !

Every letter you type, every word you say
I can feel you pushing away
I **** and I plead
For you just to talk to me
I want you to know Im there
I want you to know I care
I try to be there for you
But there is only so much I can do

Her thoughts.
I lie down on the grass
seeing the sun shine on my face
Making my hands sweat as I reach out to it
Tinting my face red with the heat it brings

You're beside me.
The greatest thing that happened to me.
I don't want to lose you.
I plead to anyone who'd hear my prayer.

His thoughts
I lie down on this hospital bed.
My smile reflected on your eyes like glass.
My hands shiver, shake, tremble as it reaches for your cheeks.
I fail. Hand drops. Pale skin. Cold heart. Enter nothingness.

Your tears are the only warmth on my body.
Goodbye, My beloved.