Paranoia,
I'm drenched in it.
This lunacy is so agitating,
I swear she is out to get me!
Why does no one believe me?
I see her everywhere, am I dreaming?
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
I don't care what everyone else thinks
When they see us together
And whisper to each other
I only care about the way you hold my hand
And laugh softly at a joke only you know
And smile the most genuine smile in the world
Because they haven't seen you like I have
At two in the morning
Making stupid jokes because you're tired.
They haven't felt you like I have
Pressed against my back
While your fingers run through my hair.
And they will never love you like I love you
With every fiber of my being
Forever.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Was this supposed to be the woman to care for me?
The woman who should have taken care of her infant instead of partying?
Yes.
Does she mean anything to me? No.
How could I possibly love a stranger that is considered to be my mother?
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
within a prison-like classroom.
i learnt the writer used
"i "
to express his or her's feeling of unimportance.
i promise you.
i've been texting my i's in lowercase letters ever since.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
I know.
I know today is looming larger
Than the lump in your throat
That you swallowed last night as you
Stood in the shower,
Trying to wash away the feeling
Of everything-is-going-wrong
And replace it with whispers of
It's no big deal
You don't want them to know that
It hurts
Because then the questions will come
As you press your lips together
And blink back the tears that scream
I do not want to be here today.
But even louder is the whisper in your heart saying
You did this last week
You can do it again.
Maybe it's the dead of night right now and that's ok.
Because there is something beautiful
About the night sky
The infinite amount of stars
Match the amount of times you keep trying
The fact that it never ends
seems as impossible as making it through today
But here's a secret; you aren't alone.
You aren't the only shower-crier
Please stop for a second
Reach your hand through your warm skin
And find your heart, where it beats without question.
Tie the beats to your fingers so that you don't forget who you are.
You were created by the same man
Who made the stars.
Not cut from any pattern.
Made from the strongest materials.
Today is hard, I know.
But you can open your eyes.
The sun will rise soon enough, but you might as well stargaze while you're waiting.
I know you will be ok.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
He appears tough, he stands tall.
But truly, underneath it all,
He's sympathetic, vulnerable.
I can't believe myself for being so horrible.
It's true that I love him,
With my heart and soul.
But's it's somewhat-
Overwhelming.
My space I feel is shifting.
I can't tell if it's a good thing.
I want him close, near by.
However, I feel scared inside.
Will he think I'm too lazy?
What if in reality I appear pudgy.
Sure, he says he doesn't mind.
I'll just be his tubby for life.
Which I kinda like,
But still.
These insecurities.
They drown me.
Very slowly,
They're suffocating.
Please God, is it too much to ask for?
Just for once, to enjoy being loved.
I want him to pick me up in an embrace!
For ***** sake, can't I just, take off these weights...
I've hurt him.
I have nothing else to say.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
One night I tried to get you out of my mind,
tried to think of other things
oh but how your eyes shined in the moonlight sky.
Breathtaking sight to see.
You always put my mind at ease.
How you walked towards me with a smirk on your face
that can make any girl fall.
You chose me. Out of everyone, you could've chose anyone.
I was the girl that grabbed your attention.
Girls glare at me, jealousy in their eyes.
Knowing I had you by my side, I felt indestructible.
I didn't mean to fall in love that night.
I knew I must've done something right.
I must've done something good to have someone so bad.
My kind of love.
It's the type that makes you shiver when he whispers into your ear.
The type that makes you feel anxious for his touch.
The type that makes you feel bad yourself.
Feeling beautiful for once, because of you.
You make my lips quiver, begging for one more kiss.
Although I could have as many as I want, there is no such thing as "too much."
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
Why must I be attracted to you?
With your reputation,
with your bad habits,
with the way you touch me,
with the way you drag that cigarette.
People told me about you, hoping I would stay away.
But how can I stay away from someone as bad as you?
All the things they tell me about you won't keep me away.
It's like you're toxic, my own personal drug I use everyday.
everything.
Everything you do infatuates me.
I'm in love with you.
I love to be taken over by the thrills and excitement of doing something bad.
Bad boys, the worst kind.
It's my thing.
What makes it better?
You told me "You're forever mine."
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
I have missed
out on the thrills
of being a soft place
between a rock
and a hard place
which is a bad boy
I was afraid
of becoming a toy
a welcome mat,
stepped on repeatedly
covered in dirt
and worthlessness
because of fear
I found myself
held hostage to boring love
with good guys
who in the end
only proved
to be ugly lies
which led
to my beautiful cries
in the end,
I should have taken my chances
with the handsome devils
who were at least good at dancing!
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
I only wish to hug you
Like lips **** a cigarette
And inhale your scent
You’re the fire I desire
I need badly to be lite.
I want to smoke you
Until my lungs ache
Until my chest caves in
With toxins and sin
drugs **** me,
but gets me high
Loving a bad boy
Is my cancer
With him I live
For him I’ll die.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC