Sing to me, tell me all the things in my ear
I’d want to hear, be my personal Shakespeare
I want it but I won't ask for it
I want you to tell me I’m pretty, and in return I get beautiful
Show me you want me,
but not always physically
And although well get there in a minute
But show me you need me
Need someone to listen
Be there for you when you cry and baby please don't you be shy
Because
I’ll give you that high that tender lovin no one can deny
Touch me, make love to my body and soul
Allow me to explore the journey and become on as a whole
Conversate with me and more than just “wyd”
Pull all nighters till the sun rises up at 7:30
No need for orange juice sipping my tea
You give me all the vitamin C that rush from fresh brewed coffee
Open up to me, be a book a novel
allowing me to flick through you’re page
And maybe we can work on starting a life together and become old aged
Love me,
I want you to love my love I give to you with no hesitation
Have constant flirtation for the rest of our lives without any complication
And I want you to
Be my medicine, the pill I take and digest that takes all my pain away
Making me forget the hurt that's been done and replace it with pure and utterly true love
And be mine’s, be my person that’s all I ask
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
It was a cold, wintry December day.
I was at home,
sitting by the fire.
The fire was hot,
but from where I sat,
it felt like a warm blanket.
Suddenly,
my ******* started to lactate,
uncontrollably.
I did not know what was going on.
I lifted up my soaking wet shirt,
and put my hands over my *******
in an attempt to stop the lactating,
but it did not work.
And then,
it stopped.
I squeezed my *******
to see if they would lactate again,
but nothing happened.
I went to bed,
hoping this nightmare would be over in the morning.
But it wasn't.
When I woke up,
I went into the bathroom to perform my daily morning activities,
when I realized something on my chest.
A third ******
I tried to rip it off,
but I couldn't.
Later that day,
at dinner,
I was eating a juicy, tender steak,
when suddenly,
all three of my ******* began to lactate!
I tried to stop them,
for they were lactating all over my steak.
Then, like before,
it stopped.
This proceeded for many days.
Everyday,
I woke up with another ******
and everyday around six o'clock,
they would all lactate,
until one day,
the unthinkable happened.
I woke up.
I could not move.
I had no legs.
No arms.
I was a giant ******
"NO!" I screamed.
Then,
as usual,
I began to lactate,
violently,
and then I exploded.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
" That's just me "
You’ll hear her say
" I am lesser than beautiful "
I refuse to believe that
I am of worth
What exactly am I?
A courageous soul who is unapologetically herself
Well, the truth is
I look in the mirror to only see
My reflections disappoint
No longer can I say that
My beauty radiates from within
now read from bottom to top
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
I hate this feeling
This feeling I’m feeling is a feeling that’s not appealing
This feeling I’m feeling is way to unappealing I scream to god “why aren’t I healing?”
This feeling that’s revealing,
People see what I’ve been dealing with and It’s hard to express this feeling I’m feeling better cover it up better start concealing it…
I can’t say a word though… to anyone about it …because if I do I’d cry,
I’m depressed and people ask me why I get high?
Because I feel college is getting dry
This isn’t what I expected, this is all a lie
The thoughts of me failing would only leave me mortified
Got me in my dorm thinking why should I even try?
Beating me up leaving me with this ugly black eye
And people got a nerve to ask me why I get high?
That’s why I get high
This is what college is about?
This is why I’d cry
Now a days I get so busy and overwhelmed I don’t even have time to admire the blue sky
I’m drained
This feeling I’m feeling make me lean to god more and more I pray I get some faith healing
Kneeling on my knees I pray for the answers I’ve been needing
The negative voices in my head are getting louder and louder
The words that my demon has been speaking can get a little much
I’m screaming I can’t bare to feel this feeling that I’m feeling
I’m stressed
But the cutie on the 8th floor got my back
Call him down for some ****** healing
After he’s gone I’m still left with this feeling that I’m feeling
I’m done
But I can’t be, people say have courage and I’m trying to
They say I’ll be right here for you
But this feeling I’m feeling is so unappealing I just don’t want to feel it anymore
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC