Did l tell you Why l write No l did not You never asked I also wonder why you never bothered Probably you think I write because I am a writer Easy right No l don't write because am a writer But because I breath poetry I walk a step of poetry I got my heart broken by poetry My broken pieces were fixed by poetry I fight poetry I make love to poetry. That's why l write Not for fun but because am in too deep and l can't come out
anonymous poison, what did you expect? there's only one reason, we let you forget, but your torture and pain, was just a game, now it's our turn to ruin your name, so be prepared, for what's to come, the poison that hides, what you'll become
“You have to move, get up.” “I don’t want to.” “This is sad you need to get over yourself.” “I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.” “Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.” “It hurts too much; I just want to cry.” “No crying! It’s not worth it.” “But I just can’t let go…” “You have to move on. It’s the only way.” “Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.” “You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.” “Thank you,” said the heart. “You’re welcome,” said the mind. And the heart and mind cried together. Just for five minutes.
i like guys... but i also like girls why? i dont know how could i not
the soft curves and delicate touch my favorite lipstick, just can't get enough the sweet perfume and her lighting up the room the long legs and mischievous smile feeling things that took a while to fully process and realize that i cannot continue living lies
now don't get me wrong i still like men but i can't resist my cravings for them
I never trust the pretty parts of life, I only really believe in the dark side, gritty brutal violence and pain, so I am seldom let down. That’s why kindness always makes me cry.