And it's bare clothed ******* with pebbled ******* tweaked too rough. Smooth skin bruised by calloused fingers and you remind yourself the fact that parts of you will leave black and blue. She's never been gentle, but neither have you. You like that she likes it to.
It's a head thrown back, scream in throat but sound long gone. She makes you forget how to speak, but you can still hear her heart break. Mussed sheets she never bothers to make, hair too messy to be saved. Your eyes are too heavy to see it anyway.
It's fast and easy. Hips pressed together in unsteady rhythm because you keep wondering what she sees in you. Legs tangled in a sheen of sweat as you whisper sweet words to hide your lies. She stopped trying to hold your hand weeks ago.
It's pliant lips that taste too much like cherry wine and kisses crested along your hips. She marks you because she knows the truth, for now though you let her have you. Feelings so high, she steals her name from your lungs over and over and over . And it's always after that that you realize this isn't love.
But it's something.
And so you tell her you love her anyway.
*When what you mean is you'll **** her anyway.*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
She’s not you
Then again I don’t think anyone could be you
It’s different and it’s new
And right now it hurts less to be with her than to bide my time waiting on you
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
You know what I haven't said in a long time?
I love you
...isn't that the saddest thing
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
I don't have a heart
I just have a hole of who I used to be
And what you made me to be
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
If I could go back in time I would
Because reality isn’t the dream I dreamt
And I realize without you this is a show with no end
Days we go questioning that in which we have done
And I can’t forgive the regret I have paid
The belittlement that you freely gave despite the pains we both made
I’m sorry won’t cut it this time
…I wish it would…
But the things we have said
Only opened the wounds in which we had stored away
We can hide them as we please with bandages and sleeves
But we can never pretend that they don’t still b
le
ed
If I could change time
I would wish for you and me
I’d meet you earlier, not afraid of what could be
I’d give you the stars and the hopes and the dreams that we believed
I’d give you my love
And for the first god **** time that would be enough
**** everyone who says otherwise
The two of us
The story of an endless love
If I could go back and change it all
I’d be your king
Will you be my queen?
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
if I could give you the stars, i’d light up the sky so you’d never be alone again. painting pictures of a love story stronger than the end of time. we’re not the modern Romeo and Juliet; maybe some would rather call it Juliet and Jane.
not your average bedtime story, not the accepted fairytale. and it doesn’t make sense to me, nor does it really matter. anything they say can’t change me, because what I feel makes me stronger than I ever have before.
Yes, I’m nervous.
Yes, I’m going out of my **** mind with questions
is it right? is it wrong?
but I’m willing to try. cause for me and you, i'd fight a million and two.
Sincerely,
Out of the closet
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
The moon has always been drawn to the stars
An inexplicable pull, the intoxicated sight of the light
The deafening silence of the smooth dark
How does it feel to pine after something we can never touch?
To be so close and know that it is never enough
To hold on to love is easy
We will always love the things we can’t have
It’s never as strong as the sorrow of missing you though
The empty space where I know you should be
Tucked into my side, watching the night
As the stars explode and gases ignite
As the earth turns round and the planets align
And even if I know I could never have you
Even if these words never reach you
To the moon and back
I will always love you
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
These scars on my body
Engrained deeply into my skin, dark lines that can't pretend
People think that I let them define me
That these sad stories are my life
That I could never go on
But they're all wrong
These scars that I love
That are countless and plentiful
Those seen and those hidden
They don't define who I am
But they remind me of the person I can't be again
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Atheist
It implies you don’t have faith
That you choose not to believe
But I have every confidence
I have every bit of honest and true belief
I just choose to turn my cheek
I’m not atheist
Despite the fact that I’d sometimes like to be
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
2:30AM is for those who wake screaming
Those who lay with eyes wide open only thinking
That no one can hear them
2:30AM is for those who have lost hope
The insomniac who just choose to let go
Those so lonely that they teeter on decisions no one should know
2:30AM is those for those who try to put the pieces back together
The puzzles of their heart
Mismatched and out of place
Because all day you’ve hid how your puzzle continues to break
2:30AM are for those who are broken beyond repair
Too far gone to even care
They practice they’re smile
Put the stars in their eyes
Because tomorrow it’ll be time to put on show number 3,439
P.S it’s just one giant lie
2:30AM is not for those with their lives figured out
It’s for those people like me
Who feel as if they’re alone beyond belief
When really there’s an army out there who stand next to us in grief
...I hate 2:30AM
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC