You cannot force someone to love you
Only the moon can make the waves kiss the shore but even then they crash together and drift apart
It could be written in the sands of time but the waves will wash it away
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
I keep thinking about this beautiful girl from the mental hospital. Her name was Carion, and she didn't exist.
She had lived her entire life without a social security number, no blood type or birth certificate to define her
and the walls of Calhoun couldn't confine her because she would
Carry On - that's how I spelled it in my head.
I know her name was only one 'r' from being the word for dead animals, but it never registered for me.
She was no corpse for vultures or hounds, but they stalked her anyway,
her demons were hyenas lurking in shadows but her
round eyes were bright and she told me I was pretty and that, later, she'd flirt with me if it weren't against the rules.
I wanted to flirt with her, too. Make that brown bark flesh all flushed with a blush from the way we whispered sweet nothings with voices all hushed.
Oh, Carry-On.
Those blue hospital gowns wrapped around you, on that dark skin like the way a robins-egg hue clashed with the branches of a nest.
I remember how we sat with the same pain in our chests.
I hope she's ok.
I hope she's still carrying on in the same way she did in that horrible place.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Words cant explain how much I want you to come back
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
I am deeply sad
because they don't see the stars
of your existence.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
We don't have a love like the rest
I compare it to Anastasia and Christian
You are so cold and dark inside
You can't provide love in my life
You can't save me from the demons in my mind
But I love the way you feel inside.
It's hard pretending I do not care
I wouldn't have it any other way
The way your thrusting inside me
Pulling my hair, and I scream.
Down on my knees looking up at you
This is what we have to offer
A secret life of *** and I can't be your lover
But the way you grab me, pulls me away
You can take all you want
Just stay, my fifty shades.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
head pounds
hands shake
dont know
how much more i can take.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
they get everything handed to them
and i get everything ripped from me.
but that's how it goes, i guess.
they'll get the perfect job,
psh, more like sleeping with the boss.
i'll get the perfect job,
work my way to the top.
all blood, sweat, and tears,
breaking all of my fears.
those stories are the best right?
the one where the trillionaire
made herself, she couldn't
get a break, and then she decided
that she didn't need one,
and that instead of ******* her
way to the top,
she took it.
she didnt have
the best childhood,
in fact, she doesn't
talk to her family,
she lives in luxury.
something she's never
had before.
they may have everything handed to them,
but if its given, is it really theirs?
because doesn't that mean that whoever
gave it to them, has the power to take it away.
and i may get everything ripped from me,
but, one day, they will have everything
ripped from them,
and i shall finally be at peace.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
She said to me "You're perfect",
and I want you to be mine."
But I felt I wasn't worthy
and to be perfect, Ill need time.
I knew it wouldn't be worth it,
It could be better if I tried,
then she got tired of waiting
and I watched my chance go by.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
I seem happy, right?
You see no cuts on my wrist,
Only the smile on my lips,
You hear me laugh, you see me smile,
But did you take time to look in my eyes?
Did you see the emptiness, the darkness?
Did you check my hips?
Darling, if only you opened your eyes, you could see,
I was dying inside..
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC