miraclesexist
A girl named Rhea who fell in love with writing and yet hates it at the same time. She likes to write, dance, and sing — although It is not guaranteed that she knows how to do any of those. She is also avid reader who likes to eat and most likely will pick food over human interaction.
there is a certain comfort in the shape of his soft lips,
in the way his bones crack while we lay together,
in the way his eyes radiate
there's this poison that has settled into my baby bones,
splattering fat bruises on my pale skin
there is a certain comfort in the ringing in my skull,
like the long lost school bell of my younger days,
the days of Easter eggs and milky ways
there's this beautiful boy in my arms,
one who smells like rain and laughs like lightning
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Tell me you love me and bite into my neck, leaving your marks all over me. Claim me as yours. Make sure the hickeys are visible enough that there's no way I can hide them, make me feel excited and ***** all at one. Tie me up, bound me, but don't gag me; I want to be able to scream your name. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me I am yours.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
He ***** her hard,
no ****** on— it hurts.
He makes sure to leave
lust bites, t r a i l i n g
down her back, along the line of her spine.
Then, when he is finished and only when he is finished,
he pulls out, leaving her empty.
He puts on his clothes
and tells her to clean herself up
with disgust,
as if it were a ***** he just ******
instead of his wife.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Maybe if she wasn't busy
fucking men for money
and chain smoking cigarettes
as fast as she can deep throat
a man and make him ***
she would see she was beautiful —
without the spandex clothes and heavy make up.
Maybe
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
She rips wings off of butterflies
so they can't fly away
and cracks them in between her fingers,
feelings the magic fade.
She slowly dies with each one
and places her black heart in
a glass bottle.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
she chokes on gun powder
and then she wonders why
her heart hurts and her
throat burns? Was it fun
deep ********* the gun
when the bullets were too
silver for your animalistic heart?
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Come on
and let her deep throat you,
I hope the acid burns
so then I can laugh,
she will never **** you like I do
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
She's got a moving target
and its your heart.
She don't need no cupid,
she buys her own darts.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC