I felt his tongue following my curves. I heard his soft moans. I felt the pleasure passing through him. I could sense his want and needing. I couldn't contain myself. I didn't want to. I let go. I failed. I'm not me. That changed me. Forever. It also made her her. She is my baby. My child. My life.
I remember sitting in his arms. On his lap. Giggling at what he whispered to me. Naughty little jokes and hopes. He left me for the new girl. I saw them together. We never even broke up.
Now I have someone new. I've never met him, but I talk to him all the time. On the phone, over text, anytime I can. I just hope he doesn't leave me the same way.
That would just about **** me.
My ex cheated on me. So I cheated on him. Payback's a *****.
Fluffy, funny friends They rub when we slap They run when we walk They chase when we eat They sleep when we work They love when we hate Truly the best are cats
I hate being alone. I start to pull my hair out, I see things, I go insane. Little by little. Cut by cut. Blink by blink. Breath by breath. Being alone, is my worst fear.
See them ****** knuckles, hear the evil chuckles. We got swollen eyes cause we're all guys. Starting beef, we all have chipped teeth. Split lips, punch and trip.
I would steal his Broncos hat. I'd slip it over my braids, then peer out from under the bill. He would smile and pull me close. When no one was around, we would make out for hours. At the fair, he would hold my hand on every ride. Then kiss me at the top. We would share a smoke and vapes, one drag at a time. We would sit in each others arms, and listen to old pop and rock.
Now I wear my dad's old Yankees hat, pulled low over my eyes, with no one to laugh with. And there's no one to share my coffee with. Now during the fair, I see him around. He'll smile and nod in my direction. I sit alone on the edge of my roof, going through a whole pack of smokes alone. I write sad, pity poems about myself. Missing him because after two year, he left.
The world will get hazy, your lids soon lazy. Small doses of me will do that. Velvety soft texture I have, cut with a knife I can. As chill as a killer in a crowd, but in seconds I will corrode. As crumbly as a cookie, the silver-white color of snow. The medal for highest heat capacity was unto me bestowed. Pop the pill, swallow it down. No more smiles, no more frowns. Black gives way to white. Now what I see is right.
Hearts can be round or sharp, long or fat, whole or broken. Broken hearts happen before whole hearts. Hearts can be thin or heavy, big or small, light or black. Hearts are all light to begin with.
I am ever alone. I always feel eyes of someone on me. Burning my skin, waiting for the moment. He will never leave me alone. He grabs me, pushes me, He owns me.
I am his. His doll. His toy. His creation. He made me. Her is my father. He the monster that ruined a 16 year old. My mother had no choice.
I am his forever. No one can help me. No one is there. Help! I shout every time we're out. No one knows, No one cares. I am his.
This hasn't happened to me, but one of my really good friends killed herself because no one heard her. I never knew. I never asked. Ask.
No one sees how tired I have become. No one sees how slow I am. No one asks how I'm doing or where I've been. They see as they always have. No one wonders, or even cares. Do they care? I don't even know anymore. I don't even care anymore. I'm done.
My mum would cry, and my step-father would try and comfort her. My birth dad probably wouldn't show. My brothers, it would pain me to leave them. My boyfriend... I think, and somewhat hope, would try and join me.
Have you ever done something illegal? I have. I've smoked underaged, drank underaged, drove without a license, drove without insurance, sped, *** underaged, almost anything underaged.
What is love? Can we touch it? Can we see it? Can we smell it? Can we taste it? Can we hear it? We can, but we don't know it. Do you know what it is like to touch love? Or what it looks like? Or what it smells like? Or tastes like? Or sounds like?