I want to use all the alterations, Personifications in the world to impress you.
I want to drive you insane with the oxymorons, the metaphors and the similes.
I want to use coliqual words so that I can make you think I'm extremely smart.
When really in reality I'm just average.
I want to use euphemism and lititoes to really make you think I'm that good with words.
When really in reality I have writers block yet I want to capture your attention.
I want to write an iambic tetrameter with the rhyme scheme ABAB so that you notice some part of me in my writing.
I want my words to ****** with your mind so that some part of you thinks about me...
But I have writers block, There's not much I can do to grab your attention.

Don't ever dream about him
He's just another delusional story
       Of your mind

Don't dream so much,
      That you can feel his hand gently stroking your face

Don't dream so much,
        That you can feel his lips kissing your scars

Don't dream so much,
        That you can feel his hand clutching yours

Don't dream so much,
       That you can feel his arms embracing you

Don't dream so much,
      That you can feel your pair of lips attached to his

Don't dream that one day
    He will love you
    Or he will want you

Because he never will
You're just a shadow, an illusion
       And you will always be

{S.K}

I'm not that type of girl that is always praised of her beauty or intelligence

I'm not that type of girl that everyone likes

I'm not that type of girl with bright eyes and clear skin and long soft hair

I'm not that type of girl with sweet smile and cute laugh

I'm not that type of girl boys fall in love with

I'm that type of girl you never want




{S.K}

When you spend your entire life comforting yourself
you tend to forget exactly who you are
and I've been looking in the mirror more,
not because I like what I see but because I want to understand
my existence, I don't want to feel pretty I want to know if that's one of my labels
I don't want to feel loved, I want to know if I am.
And when you stare at your reflection you are given the ability to see
the shell of your body, divorced from feelings divorced from itself,
something your very much alive flesh can't accomplish and trust me I've tried
I've tried I've tried
It's a type of death when you miss out on your own life.
It's a type of death when you're too busy hoping people love you
that you disconnect, cut the cord, there was no goodbye, only
camouflaged lies lies lies
And I comfort myself and I comfort myself and shh it's okay
and I play the role of a lover and you'd think that
due to the immense amount of time I tell myself it's fine
that I wouldn't mind when I get let down, dropped
waking up on cold sheets and a numb heart

Her feline inspired lines are amongst the best,
but she's still a cat lady, nonetheless.

A hermit's heart may weigh lighter than the feather,
but he's spent all his days longing for something better.

The lonely are often alone by choice -
that's the way it seems to me, at least.
I'll take to writing and forgo my voice;
plan it out while I walk down lonesome streets.