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Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
I will always remember,
The way you held me tight,
And wished to stay the night,
But.

I hated every moment,
That you thought about,
The girl you can't live without,
Love.
The man I wrote the last one about came and visited me on his birthday, this is all I could think.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
You just messaged me,
I can tell you've been drinking.
You can't even remember my age,
You can't seem to recall that Saturday,
Or all those mistakes we made,

You're trying once again,
To ****** me as you did before,
Will you not stop, just quit it now?
Your girlfriend deserves so much more,
And so do I, you know.

Don't you see it hurts me?
I care so very much, too much,
Much too much to see you like this.
Too much to not try and solve it for you,
Too much to think of leaving.

I need to back away,
You know in your heart I do,
Because if I let myself get close,
You know I'll fall once again for you.
But once again I've stayed.

Nothing you do or say,
Will convince the strongest walls,
I have set guard upon my heart to fall,
I need for you to hear and understand this.
To believe this lie.
Written for the same man that Aches, Among the stacks, and Homewrecker's repent was written for.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
I am a fallen angel,
I cannot lie,
A brilliant smile,
And wings of paper
Are my only disguise.

I am a singing siren,
With a coy voice,
And a silver tongue,
I twist my words,
To make things alright.

I am a cold banshee,
A harbinger of doom,
Just a warning for you,
But you fear me so,
You shot the messenger.

I am a unwitting succubus,
Unknowingly stealing,
Hearts of men,
And leaving my morals,
Behind.

I am just Sahmeiraa,
A throwback to my past,
Just a 13 year old nerd girl's RP,
With the only one she loves.
She is nothing to anyone but me.
This is me, described in the terms I know how.
Victoria Johnson Sep 2014
Hello, Old dear friend,
It has been so long.
I wish you could see,
Just how strong I've become,
Since you left,
Since you walked out the door,
Telling me,
You didn't want me anymore.
I wish I could show,
Just how much more I know,
Now that you're gone,
and left me alone.
I send you this letter,
Not to rub it in,
Just how much better,
I have been,
Without you,
And your lies.
Instead I am writing,
Just so you'll know,
I think of you every time that it snows,
And I look at the gift that I bought for you,
That I never delivered,
Though it's just what you'd choose,
Because I knew you so well,
And I even still do,
But I am gone now,
So it's too bad for you.
With love forever,
Your former treasure.
Written for my ex, letting him know I'm completing myself.
Victoria Johnson Aug 2014
You kissed me and didn't want to,
You're now crying on the phone,
If you're gonna marry your girlfriend,
Then leave other girls alone.
I don't want to ruin relationships,
You were just my best friend,
But the first time your lips met mine,
I think that came to an end.
Same as yesterday.... Again. Stolen kisses contains the backstory.
Victoria Johnson Aug 2014
What happened to,
"Instead I sit here,
Blushing bright red,
Letting sweet words,
Rush to my head"?
It dried.
It twisted and died,
And fell from the sky.
There are no sweet words,
When he can't meet your eyes,
And if he does,
You think you may cry,
Or throw up,
Or faint,
Because you're pushed to the brink,
And can't stand to think,
Of that thing.
The one who ruins 16 year old girls,
With promises of marriage,
And happiness,
And love,
Yet does not deliver,
Just tortures,
And twists,
Your mind to fit his,
And slowly warps your soul to his will,
And oh so surely takes morals away,
From even the most convicted ones.
That is what happened to me,
I no longer sit here,
Blushing bright red,
Now I sit in the corner,
Holding my head,
And rocking,
And crying,
And gasping for breath.
That is what happened to blushing bright red,
That's why sweet words don't rush to my head.
He's a pervert, a 27 year old pervert.
Victoria Johnson Aug 2014
His lips on my lips,
And his hands on my hips,
I'd say it was wrong,
But it feels like it fits,
Like it's right,
It feels nice,
And I enjoy him so much.
And he'd be great as my friend,
But he's so perfect to touch.
And I want him,
I crave him,
I think he is fine.
I would tell him so,
But he's not even mine.
Same situation as Stolen Kisses.
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