to love yourself is an art so i let other men sketch their fantasies along my hips to prove that i am too... a masterpiece. **** in a pretty wooden frame that hangs by my throat gagging on the idea of... love.
Hanging ivy overhead Flowers blooming in their bed I wish Spring could be forever And winter? No, no,no, no never I love the warmth upon my head The shining sun and I feel fed My over boots and heavy coat Are put away with a little note So winter won’t come back too soon I can stand outside and watch the moon And take a summer swim in my pool The summer breeze is not too cool I laze around reading a book Not much to do, nothing to cook BBQ outside in summer weather And flowers blooming on the heather Mother Nature do you think That winter could be over in a blink And summer could stay forever more In summer clothes, warm to the core
I’m not good at speaking. I never was and that will always be my flaw Everyone will hate me because i can’t express myself Can’t you see i’m trying? Is it really that bad? I’m trying my best to talk and express myself but no one gets it I feel like i can’t speak anymore Everything i say is the wrong thing If i say anything remotely right it all goes downhill Then today i had my teacher point out that i can’t spell and sometimes my brain just stops working It's not okay I’m not okay my brain will be slow but then it wont catch up But then i can’t tell anyone because no one gets it No one will understand Then i’m just another girl begging for attentions bc i cant speak about what i'm feeling i can’t verbally say what's going through my mind because nothing comes out Then they get upset with me because i can’t tell them right then and there what i'm feeling that i have to wait till they aren't in front of me that i have to text it and it'll be a long paragraph Then I hate myself for it Bc i can't just be open about what i'm feeling bc i dont know what i'm feeling And that's the hard part Everyone wants me to know what i'm feeling so i can deal with it when that's the hardest thing i've been trying to do
I can’t hide it I crave it Needing it to survive The pressure of your body That look in your eyes Pulling me closer Oh closer Sometimes by my hair Pinning me to that mattress Or whatever you dare For I feel it I love it That taste on my lips Unable to move With your hands on my hips Oh you know me Control me Fingers dancing on my thighs All those nights that you’d hold me Brought stars to my eyes By that grip of your hand Firmly ‘round my neck Oh you’d punish me tenderly I could never forget Yes you’d pull me You’d push me Goosebumps emerge on my skin Feeling the beads of your sweat Drip onto my chin Kiss me Tease me Master you know just what to do To leave me on my knees Begging for every inch of you
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Our texts went from paragraphs to sentences to one worded answers to one sided conversations... you only check on me for one to two days, then forgot me...
So tell me, do you really care about me? If you need me to leave, I will leave. If you think that I am clingy and annoying, tell me! I can leave...just tell me the truth...please! Stop pretending, you won’t have to suffer, I want you to be happy... even if I won’t be part of that happiness
Where were u at when i just wanted to die Where were u at when i couldn't breathe Where were u at were u at when i was crying my eyes shut? Where u at when i couldn't sleep because i was over thinking.. But here you are texting me at 3:am
the taps rusted over but i'm yet to know if the beer tastes any more bitter than trying it as a child. sat in a dingy leather seat with the ribbons of cowhide at my feet after some animal had its way. where the people perspire through conversations about the weather and the tax man and the never changing politic. staff and regular alike do not remember my mothers name like the stint she pulled was lost to myth, my name meant nothing. maybe that's why i sat in the pub my mother used to work once upon a time, to see if the atmosphere could conjure her like the football brought fleeting happiness five rounds in.
The sight of you makes me happy. When you call me by my nickname, It makes my heart flutter. When you tease me, I seek for more. Am I completely wrecked by you? It is sad that I don't have chances for you too. The sight of you with kids, Makes me fall more. Is this a chance to forget my bunny?
Wrote this long time ago though. Kinda sequel for the previous one.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
Sometimes I go too deep in my writing for others to understand It's too much for them to take in I'm not looking for praise Or for money But for expression of myself and others So, they can relate and understand That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe And I'm sorry if its too much