I love when people are, and cannot be anything but, honest. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
If you are a girl and you are bisexual,
you're really just a ****
If you are a boy and you are bisexual,
you're really just gay.
Bisexuality isn't a real thing,
it's a phase. You're confused.
All girls are secretly bi.
You're just more honest about it.
Bisexuals like everyone,
they don't know how to have real relationships.
Bisexuals are looking for attention,
They're dramatic,
They're confused,
They're *****
Idiots
Sinners
Immature.
Wrong.
Bisexuals are people.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
I am the one form of reality that is lacking in explanation,
When it is time for me to do what must be done I leave most people with indignation.
My duties are never to damage and yet no matter how I proceed the damage is done,
In the shadows I may be found or even under the beaming light of the sun.
Because of what I do retrospectively I aid in maintaining life,
On the down side within most families, as well as communities my actions could cause strife.
Throughout the course of time no human has yet to solve my so called crime,
But with patience, focus and courage my mystery may be explained in no time.
With an anxious haste I bet you are wondering what I am
My name and purpose is fairly simple, I’m not much of a scam.
A fair warning I must give, please stay calm, take a deep breathe,
Although I have many names, one you might be familiar with is the name Death.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
That was supposed to be me
I'm supposed to be the one with you right now
Calling you baby and holding your hand
Kissing your cheek and making you laugh
I remember when it was
When you were faithful and you cared
I remember how sweet you were
I remember when you turned
Was it your friends?
Or was I just not good enough?
It's times like this when I miss you
I was tempted with the thought of you and now I'm relapsing
I have a love
I have someone better
But still I sit here in tears
Wishing I could still call you my dear
And I know if he read this, he'd wonder why
Why am I not satisfied?
Well, I am. He's more than enough
I just can't function through this brokenness sometimes
I don't want you back..
I just want to know you
I just want to see your face and still be ok
I don't want you back
It hurts to think about it
It still gives me nightmares sometimes
And still stings my chest
But I'm not giving in
I won't text you no matter how bad I want to
I won't say I love you even though it feels like routine
I won't assume to position of my arms around you
I won't break and do what you want me to
But it's so hard
When I still have your number
Still want to run to you and hold you
Still wish to be your everything
I want to hurt you more though
For all this pain you've caused
And for how you've broken my trust
And left me damaged
I just wish I'd never asked your name
Never given you a hug
Or gave you my number
Never put up with the racist laughter
I stood up for you
You knew I was true
And you used it
Why didn't I see it?
I still lie to myself
Saying if I were to see you today
That you'd want me
You'd still need me
I'm too stupid
Too broken to know
But my heart now belongs to another
And he's putting it back together
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
We all miss that one person
Through everything
No matter how many others
No matter how many rings
We all had that one person
That haunts us even today
Though we're committed
Their memory just won't fade
We all miss that someone
The One That Got Away
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Beauty can be sharp
It can get you the worst way
So let the tears fall.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
i am less than human.
i am a creature that breathes just as they do,
but i am less than them.
i love to believe that i'd fit in
and be a real human some day,
but the little scars on my wrists and legs
move up and become more visible,
screaming
"here i am"
"come see"
"look at how well i can hate"
i am less than human,
where i am a museum of
lazy little razors.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
They say that a person's heart
is the same size as their fist
but when you said I love you it hit
harder than your hand ever did
and I may have two black eyes
but yours are the color of fresh cut grass
and your heart must beat faster
than a hummingbird's wings
because your fist moved like
the needle of a sewing machine on my skin
but I was the one stitching myself back up
and I am covered in bruises
shaped like the hand I used to hold
but they will never hurt as much as
the last time I felt your pulse
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC