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Victoria Johnson Jul 2014
I breathe in your scent,
Rich like freshly ground coffee,
And my skin against yours,
In a sweet embrace,
Of friendship turned more,
And my pale skin,
Against your darker tone.

We are what people want,
We are supposed perfection,
But what happens behind closed doors,
Is not what's expected.
One cares for the other,
And one cares for what's offered.

We dance a dance,
Where one is pleasing,
And one is pleased,
But neither one is satisfied.

The dance continues,
Where one is giving,
And one is taking,
And the giver is about to wither.

The dance will end,
When one is dying,
And can offer no more,
To the one who takes,
And when the dying one is empty,
The living one shall leave.

So tell me now,
Is this really what you want?
We may be beautiful,
But inside we're just as fake,
As those Styrofoam cakes,
You find on display,
Because that's what we are,
A display.
Victoria Johnson Jul 2014
I just bared my heart to you,
With a twisting, wrenching feeling,
And I don't want you to know,
Your rejection would send me reeling.

But you surprised me,
In a sweet and heartfelt way,
And I feel so overwhelmed,
By the kind things you had to say.
I showed it because I cared, but honestly I was scared.
Victoria Johnson Jul 2014
Here am I,
Lurking, waiting for you,
I see your face,
In every dream,
I almost love you,
Or so it seems.

I see you walk in,
And I take my chance,
I take you away,
So that we may dance,
I draw you in,
Among the stacks,
Take you so far,
that you won't come back.

With my temptress words,
I draw you in,
Because what I want,
Is lips on skin.
Slowly, sweetly,
You read me like a book,
And if you don't stop,
You'll be hooked.
Victoria Johnson Jul 2014
How could you do this to me?
Time and time again,
I trust you once more,
And I fall for your lies.

You spread your rumors once,
To try and "get me right"
But I did not listen to you,
And kept him in my sights.

You spread your rumors twice,
No more playing nice,
You took your shot at me,
But he's still by my side.

You want what you can't have,
and I have what you don't,
You have thrown your grenades,
But within is just but smoke.

You think scaring me will work,
And you can try if you're so sure,
But I have what you cannot,
And now you're oh-so sore.

You want it for one reason,
And that reason is it's mine,
But I'm okay,
Go on your way,
Without you I feel fine.

Because I have something you don't,
And I'm not trying to get a rise,
Out of you,
Because you have something too,
And that's a toxic mouth of lies.
Ok, so the story behind this is that I made a friend at camp, a guy (I think I'll call him Jimmy here) who was a counselor, and went to the same church as one of the girls (I'll call her Mimi)  in my group of friends. I became close to Jimmy, because he learned my story, and I his, and they were so similar in a way that made us want to stay close to each other. We became accountable to one another, and so I stuck close to him physically and emotionally. Mimi pulled me aside one day, with a couple of my other friends, and they cornered me, and told me that they were going to stage an intervention, to "get me right" and keep me away from Jimmy, because he was a bad person. Had they listened to me, they would've known that everything they told me that he had done, were things I myself had done, that I knew he had done, and I knew we were both ashamed of doing. I didn't listen to them when they started spreading the rumors about his past around the camp, and we remained close throughout the weeks after camp ended. 3 weeks later, camp for the younger kids started, and my "friend" Mimi was a counselor. Now I wasn't a counselor this week, but I had a young dear friend (I'll call her Alison) who was like a baby sister to me, who was in Mimi's cabin as a camper. Now Alison was a shy girl, so she attaches to only a few people who she'll trust with her life. I told her to trust her counselors, Mimi, and another one of my friends who staged the intervention 3 weeks before. Now Mimi had no clue just how close Alison was to me, and did not watch what she said. She started telling all of the girls in her cabin that she liked a guy named Jimmy, and pointed him out to them. She told them that there were nasty rumors spread about him (not mentioning that she had spread the rumors) and that she didn't believe a word of them. She also told the girls that I had spent all of camp holding hands, and sneaking off with Jimmy, but none of it was Jimmy's fault, I had forced himself to, and pushed myself at him out of desperation. At this point my very shy friend Alison defended me, and while picking her up from camp, she let me know what had been going on. I have not, and will not confront this friend, I wrote this poem to try and let it go, although it still stings.
Victoria Johnson May 2014
When you feel the mental anguish,
But honestly don't mind,
'Cause you're just happy you're going somewhere,
Even if your journey is about to end,
On a bridge called Suicide.
Short for me, really short.
Victoria Johnson May 2014
I like the pain.
I tattoo myself,
Just to let myself feel,
The needle dig,
Over and over,
Into my flesh,
Driving the ink in,
To slowly create,
Beauty from pain.
Like life.

I like the pain.
I remove my tattoo,
I rip it open,
And let it bleed.
I rub salt in it,
Burning myself,
To finally remove,
This faded picture,
So worn down,
From my life.

I enjoy the pain,
The new colors,
As blood and ink,
Mix together,
In a dance,
Intertwined,
Running from,
The lines that I,
So very carefully,
Carved into my flesh.
And it is gone.
I got and removed a tattoo in the period of two days, and this ran through my head.
Victoria Johnson May 2014
You know how hard it is?
To pass right by you,
And pretend I don't care,
Pretend I don't have a clue,
How you feel,
How I feel.

To walk past you,
And long for you,
To just grab me,
And hold me,
And not let the want show?

Do you have any idea,
That I can feel your essence,
That I come close,
And I am so aware of you,
And of your perfect body?

That location means nothing to me,
I can be a mile away,
And feel the cord that binds us,
Telling me exactly where you are.

That I can see the arrows,
Pointing me to you,
Showing the way,
Revealing you to me?

That I follow your trail,
And watch you,
Closely but from afar,
Like a little lost puppy dog?

But I cannot do anything,
Cannot say anything,
But despite my quietness,
Know that I love you.
For my (only somewhat) secret love <3
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