"i almost told you
that i love you,"
he confessed
looking past me.
"well...thank God
you didn't,"
i whispered
looking down.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
repulsive men drive mother mad
i love blood behind my ****
& summer sky & delirious whispers
lathering like my incubated tongue-
spring petals illuminate death to ask
why she watched enormous floods produce
the storm of her delicate yet frantic life-
always beneath the pink sun
& under black bed rock
crying sweat & raw milk
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
He said before asking me for a *** pic, making me believe this is what being friends with a guy should be like. Leading me on and making me feel great about myself between the hours of 12am-3am before he fall asleep for work the next morning or school or to hangout with another girl that he does not mention exists, but let's me know through a snapchat story later posted that evening-
Before hitting me up for more nudes. Short texts throughout the day like "Whats up" "Im tired" or "Im busy and youre far" accumulate in my inbox from him. I confront him and he is apologetic. "I'm sorry" "I'm ****** is what I'm being fed.
But I still fall for him and his ******** games-
Because I really do like being his friend.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC