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 Jul 2015 Tree
Yung Wifey
They say vulnerability is power
They say that vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, and joy
So tell me please
Why do I feel so empty after I shower my affection to him?

I shove over my pride and call him to tell him I miss him
but he just looks at his phone and presses ignore

I tell him to call me when he gets home from a drunken night
And I wait and wait for that call until 4am
But he just goes straight to sleep, not even giving second thought about whether or not he should even text me

It's his birthday and I want to know how it's going so far
So I call him
And he just lets the phone ring

Do not let people tell you that vulnerability is power unless that person feels the same way you do about them
Because being vulnerable with the wrong person will destroy you mentally and emotionally

10 missed calls from me to him is what it took for me to realize that this whole thing was doomed from the start
Don't take these words lightly..I really mean it. Unpolished writing.
 Jul 2015 Tree
Yasmine
envious
 Jul 2015 Tree
Yasmine
Your garden is trying to **** me,
It reminds me of all the beauty I do not possess
 Jul 2015 Tree
elevatorfuck
farts
 Jul 2015 Tree
elevatorfuck
her voice was velvet
sparkling gloom and
it bubbled black n white
and her eyelashes could
probly send waves rippling thru
suspended dust in sunlight
and she loved to get bent
on the piano bench
with ivory petals falling in stream
and electric drops of saliva
twitching and pouring into a pail
 Jul 2015 Tree
Dare
Earthly
 Jul 2015 Tree
Dare
When she talks about the earth and nature her eyes light up in a way that mine do every time I look into hers. She thinks she is lucky to be on this earth, but she never stops to realize this earth is even more lucky for having her. How when the sun gets tired of shining, she beams enough for the both of them. How when the sky is too dark to show the beauty of nature and the greens around us, her sea foam eyes can carry us through. How when the streams run dry and the sound of the water is no longer soothing, her voice will be comfort enough. How when the beauty of the stars in the sky vanish for the mornings awakening, her beauty will remain constant. She claims she is the lucky one and every fiber of my being is biting my tongue while I hold back the words "You have it all wrong, you're more breathtaking than any plant or flower could ever be."

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