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Dev Jan 2016
"Oh just look on the bright side."
That's what my mother always told me...
Every time I reached in the pocket of my life
Hoping to find some change
But instead, pull out a grenade pin.
My mother always told me..
"To look on the bright side."
Sure! I usually thought.
Maybe my good luck
Might start with a boom!
Maybe my fantasies
Will come with a flash and fallout!
..Either way, I could be good or gone..
Because I took my mothers advice.
And looked for a bright side to a bomb.
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  Jan 2016 Dev
Bianca Reyes
Enslave me for I wish not be free
Do what you wish and ravage me

Relinquish my freedom my only treasure
I'll trade it all to drown in this pleasure

I succumb to all of your fantasies
Create art from lust with our anatomies
Dev Jan 2016
I remember the first time you spend the night at my house.
Just the two of us
I was so happy and nervous, it was the first time I had a girl sleepover.
My hands couldn't stop shaking, it didn't help that I liked you.
I made my bed better than I had ever made it for myself
I cleaned everything from the under my bed to the top of my shelf.
I wanted that night to be as perfect as you
And to my surprise, nothing was new. The night went great.
Then. It was time. To go to bed...
I went to lay down on my couch I had in my room
And that's when you offered me a choice. A choice that would change my life forever.
I could either sleep on the couch
Or I could sleep with her on my bed.
I can't recall what went through my head, or the words that I said
All I know is, that I was soon with her in my bed.
Her of the left and myself on the right
Even in my sleep I never let her out of my sight.
I've never slept better, than when I'm beside her.
I sleep like the dead, doesn't even matter the bed.
You were the missing piece to rest, that I never had before that night
A piece that I had briefly before I lost it.
You ruined me.. I can't go back
Because now.. No matter what I do
I cannot rest
Until I'm in bed
With you.
Dev Dec 2015
"I love you."
That word has been said to me enough times in my life that I know when if its a lie.
It's rare that you hear those words from someone and you feel it to be true

You feel it.

You feel it like they just spat a lightening bolt at your face like some sort of godly fantasy beast

You feel like they took a running start and stuck you in the stomach with brass knuckles

You feel it like you just watched them load, **** back, put a shotgun to your chest and fill your heart full of their lead love

I haven't believed in those words for so long
Too many lying tongues

The last time, someone told me they loved me
And I believed it
She might as well have handed me a grenade

I broke down, then broke up
I gave in, then I gave out
My heart ached, then my heart moaned
My heart had a breakdown, then a build up

I had no clue what the **** was going on

I just know I had tears, and I looked and her sit and stare
And she looked at me
Run away.
Dev Nov 2015
"I have a staring problem.
Better yet, YOU give me a staring problem
My problem isn't that I do it to much
Is that I don't do it enough
When I'm not staring at you
The world seems dull
And not worth a single second of my gaze
When I could be spending that moment
Looking at your eyes
Watching your hand
Studying your lips."
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