Tell me that you need me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you want me
Tell me that you miss me
Don't tell me that I'm useless
Don't tell me that you hate me
Don't tell me that to leave
Don't tell me that you don't think of me
Please tell me to stay
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
“When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he’s not easy to spot; he’s really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.”
-Taylor Swift
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
girls always dreamt of their prince charming in their fairy tales
that they would be the knight in shining armour ready to save the day
that they would be the ones to fight off the evil villain
the villain that says bad things to make all hate them
but how can we girls identify which is which
if the villain is the one that says all the right things?
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
the moment when we
finally feel free
while we're swinging on a tree?
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
Take me in your arms
and we'll dance the night away
Your promise that you mean no harm
Left and right, we sway
Your hands on my waist
Mine on your shoulders
You dressed in your very best
and me dressed in furs
My heart lifts rhythmically
as we grand jeté across the room
My head whips in circles
as we pirouette around the room
But when you lift me up in the air
and pins drop from my hair
The fiery look in your eyes
combined with all your lies
Sends curls of flames rushing through my stomach
burning all the self-restraint I had
As I begged with my movements
for you to dance me to hell
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
Hair graying with age
as wise as a tree of sage
Skin as weathered as broken tree branches
not giving youth any chances
Hands still shuffling the yellowed cards,
left dormant on the tea table.
Trying to remember, though it was hard,
poker taught by the man from the stables.
The thought of him makes her mad,
angry and frightened, lonely and sad.
And yet her heart still beats strong,
forever in love, forever young,
In love with the slab of stone
in her backyard
In love with the one
who taught her to play cards
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
A life without you,
Is like breathing without air.
I just can't survive.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
There goes the clock
Counting down the minutes
you have left to spend
Counting down the time
you wasted on your dimes
Now it comes back to haunt you
Tick tock, tick tock
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
the pages of your book...
the book of your story...
the story of your life...
the life and your death...
the death of your love...
the love of your life...
GONE
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
A
LOVE
SO
STRONG
THAT
PENETRATES
YOUR
VERY
SOUL,
REACHING
INTO
THE
DEEPEST
DARKEST
CORNERS
OF
YOUR
HEART
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC