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Riot Apr 2016
i am an unfinished paragraph
a song forever meant to be sung by whoever remembers me when i'm gone
beyond that
i am me
a bag of bones
a bottle of pride bred to survive on cheap ideas and butterflies
a lie
that only the fittest survive
but i'm about as unhealthy as it gets on the inside and i still have some fight left in my faded eyes
surprise
i'm not a picture frame
you can't put whatever you want inside of my and expect it to stay
i'm not a coloring book
i am not black and white so you can color me in
i'm black and white so you can learn what it means not to
you'll never see makeup on my face on an ordinary day
because i kinda like my face
it's started to grow on me this way
my *****, natural hair will never be surpressed by irons
because i've grown quite attatched to the way it grows
my body is not a trend
it can not go out of style
my mind is not a notebook
you cannot scribble to pass the time
i'm so much of a free thinker i could have been born in the ocean
because from birth to present day i don't even understand the depths of my mind
and i really want you to like me
but if you don't
do worry
i'll survive
Riot Apr 2016
words could never capture me
*i'm a ******* mystery
Riot Apr 2016
i’m the tumblr girl who has deep conversations on any topic, but in real life, pretend i don’t understand poetry

i’m the tumblr girl who has a simicolon necklace, and pretends to have no connection to the meaning whatsoever

i’m the tumblr girl who is confident in every typed sunrise, every explained sunset, and her interpretation of the stars, but when nighttime comes i pretend to be afraid of the dark

i’m the tumblr girl who defines “emotional abuse” as “the failure to be a parent.” yet listens to the praise given to “such a strong family”

I’m the tumblr girl who will one day

just stop posting
  Mar 2016 Riot
Mikaila
I trusted you.
That's really the gist of it.
That's why this won't go away.
I let many people into my life
Good and bad
Strong and weak
Tender and cold
But I trust so few.
Even those who deserve it
Even those who prove their loyalty
I trust
So few.
I trusted you.
I trusted you.
I think my trust must carry venom
And poison the people I bestow it on
Because you are not cruel.
Not you.
You are not sudden like the strike of a cobra.
You are not cold like ice.
Not you.

None of them were.
None of them ever were before they were
To me.

(Rage more.)

The truth is that I still trust you.
The truth is that I laugh when you say something funny to someone else and your face lights up,
And smile when you get what you want,
And wish you well whenever I look at you.
The truth is that I can't help it.

All I am is sad even though I try
I try so hard
To be angry at you for hurting me.
For hurting me and turning away
As if that helps anything.
For throwing your hands up at the first sign that perhaps
When I told you over and over that you had my trust
I meant it.
And that perhaps
You broke it.
And that perhaps
You might contribute to the storm that is me, well-
You've always stood for storms before
And let them reach your heart.
And you will stand for mine.
The day you didn't leave when I gave you your first chance
Was the day you chose to influence my heart and soul
My self worth
My happiness.
It is a choice I warn everyone not to make lightly.
It is a choice that few understand until they regret having made it.
You like the rain, darling?
You like
The thunder?
Rage MORE-
There is a hurricane in my blood
Every cell
Swirling and savage
And you
You stirred it up
You made it scalding sweet-
And you of all people
You who've seen so very many
Should know that there is no halting
A storm.
No fleeing from it.
No reasoning with it,
And no
Abandoning it.
I trusted you.
I
Trusted
You.

Rage more.
  Mar 2016 Riot
Just Melz
There's nothing more romantic
          in my eyes
        Than holding your hand
   And talking about our lives
          Because in my mind
The only thing better than the fantasy
        Is the intimacy I feel
  When it's just you and me
            *connecting
Sapiosexual: Finding someone's intelligence to be their most sexually attractive feature.

For DaSH, the sexiest and smartest man I know. <3
Riot Mar 2016
you lose faith by having faith in something that distroys you
like a spiritual virus
and i decided to ignore you
because after all you mean nothing to me
right?
but by the looks of it
it's easier for you to hold on tight
thats fine
some people find it harder to get past things
it's the way normal people go about their normal feelings
but i can only write so many poems about something so meaningless
so don't act like i'm feeling what you feel
i stopped having faith in viruses
you should stop having faith in ideals
Riot Mar 2016
i'm fine
my depression has stabbed my heart and wreaked havic on my spine
but surprisingly i'm the best i've ever been
i'm in the dangrous zone of
"who would want this"
and
"who would want to leave this"
and i'm fine
you can be happy and depressed
right?
you can be proud of your life and wanna die?
i've discovered the light at the end of the tunnel is a train
but believe me
i'm fine
"i'm dying and trying but believe me i'm fine" - twenty one pilots
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