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Oct 2014 · 539
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Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
you send mixed signals or maybe i just havent got your message
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
We are both emotional creatures, you do not share your feelings while I want to drown you in my love and affection.
Please i beg of you , you could rescue me from my own twisted mind...
Let's face it we are both too ****** up for each other but ******* i am willing to try my hardest for you
someone help me figure him out
Oct 2014 · 17.2k
Bravery
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Tomorrow i will be brave.
I am going to march up to you in all your dark and mysterious glory and i am going to say everything i have kept locked away never to see the light of day.
I will tell you i still feel giddy in your presence and hope you feel the same, I will tell you your eyes and sly smile change me until i feel high above all the worries of the day, and I will tell you if you do not have a heart that matches the eradic beating of my own that it is okay. I understand.
I may throw up when i do this but i will
Oct 2014 · 980
Relationship Goals??
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
A picture of a couple locked in embrace..
This is all you ask for from someone ?
To touch you with lustful eyes and a mind caught on what is inbetween your thighs
Don't you want conversation's that add up to more than " Can you send me nudes babe?? lol . "
Do you ever feel the degradation of your mind body and soul when that is all your relationship is based around?
Are these really your relationship goals??
I dont know
Oct 2014 · 956
Dazed and Confused
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
The youth rules , Classic rock and beer guzzling girls
Smoking in the back of a beat up chevy on Saterday night
What a time to be alive
High rise jeans and plumiting grades
A bunch of **** ups surviving in the new age
Watching daze and confused
Oct 2014 · 679
Into you
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Let me mold into you
Our bodies will form into an epihany of love and glory
Please feel me in the most intimate way
I will open up to you , body and heart scarred from the past
My finger's will trail along you spinal cord with such delicacy that you will permanentally have goosebumps
If someone else touches your spine even for a second you will automatically remember me and maybe even cry over the love and blood we spilled on each other in our youth
We will shine for each other , out of breathe but our hearts pump for each other .
I love him and just want to be with him
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Blinded by the light in your eyes held my captive , wrapped up in you baby.
     We can make it through the night .
     It all started with a little kiss all that came after was a blur...
     Just give me a kiss... Like this baby
     Dont let me escape to reality , Im just a poor girl with a needy for you love nice and slow.
     You're my rocketman lets take flight.
Listening to some good music
Oct 2014 · 332
Where is the Romance ?
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
I've been kissed and i've been touched by a few boys but it shows how degraded this generation's idea of romance is that i have never been taken on a proper date , told that i matter for more than a pair of lips to drag the life from or hips to feel the weight of bones jut underneath the thin veil of skin , or felt my heart swell when they touched me at all .

  What is wrong with everyone that can not show the least bit of emotion torwards others other than to comment about the feel of my skin against there own. How sad a world we survive in .
I dont really know
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
You're the most confusing boy i've ever met. I can't decifer your feeling's torwards me or what is going on inside your awe inspiring mind. I dream about knowing you like the constellations of dots along my skin . I dream of pressing my lips against yours and pulling the air out of your lungs at lightning speed . You make my palms sweaty in the most amazing way. Now kiss me like your life depends on it.
Oct 2014 · 39.3k
What is it to be beautiful ?
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Beautiful. How do you describe this when beauty is claimed differently for everyone...
  
Every Man , Woman , and Child is adored by another dazzling human being . These people are beautiful despite faults , addictions , and wrecks of emotion . I yearn to discover the beauty that lies beneath a person's skin .
Oct 2014 · 387
We'll talk again right?
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
You spoke as if "no" would crush your soul in two.
My heart leaped out of my chest and the few minutes we walked together for the first time in what seemed like forever brought faith back into my hallowed heart.
I planned to tell you how i felt but bravery is not something im known for.  My god you looked beautiful. Eyes that hold everything you want to say in their carmel depths and a smile that could make the most heavy hearted person smile as if everyday was the most perfect story.
My opinion on todays glorious events
Oct 2014 · 586
Journey
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
It's been a long road without two of the most important males out of my life.
  
     Timothy: The precious baby taken too soon. I imagine you learning to walk in heaven, growing in a way I will never see. My god my heart hurts thinking about your sugar plum face smiling up at me. I want to watch you grow and flurish my angel boy, my little homie as well.

      Fredrick: Grandpa , Sarcastic little **** , and one of the best people i've ever known. I cry thinking about all you will miss of your families future. We all know family was on of your most prized possesions. God i wish you could have been there to aprove of my first boyfriend or to see me graduate. I miss you so ******* much it's tearing me apart.
i just needed to vent
Oct 2014 · 382
Shut up (10w)
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
you talk and eyes roll back into infinity , girl bye
Oct 2014 · 460
9:05 pm Tuesday
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Im on the verge of losing it all, I feel sufficated and bound to hate everything going on around me until I cut myself free. In this moment i feel an overwhelming need to leave this Earth and all the bitter loneliness behind with my slave masters to blame. I need a rescue boat but no one sees me drowning. If I were to write my last letter tonight I would tell my parents that they shoved me over the edge clapping "IT'S ALL ABOUT THE GRADE." Not your mental health or how I feel when you nit pick my entire life front to back. If this continues there is no doubt I will be gone like a ship in the night.
Oct 2014 · 468
David // part 2 //
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
I would love nothing more but to grab your face between my shaky palms and crash my lips against your own with the power of every heartbroken soul pushing against my mouth. The trouble with this is i do not know where your head or heart sits. If i were to place all of my lovely dreams onto your heavenly lips what would you do? The fear is all that holds me back from what could be a championship for all the heavy hearted or a low blow straight to the gut.
Oct 2014 · 629
Touch
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
I miss the touch and caress of two hands interlocked molding two souls together. I miss the touch of my lips again another's. I think that is what i miss most. I want to feel the emotion between someones teeth and tongue. I want someone to hold and love with all my being.
who really knows
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Loner: Eats lunch at a table set for many when it is only her doom and gloom accompanying her. She doesn't know how to reach out for a hand, to pull her from the depths of a dark sea. Slumped shoulders and eyes that long ago lost their shine.
******
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Popular: Perfect face and clinched in waist. Barbie is her role model because her heart is hollow. Her genuine smile brethes out her defeats. Pain. Pain is what she feels hanging around her "friends" on saterday nights. Grades are slipping and parents are dipping out on vacation every weekend. She throws keggers to spice up the empty home.
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Angsty: Shredded jeans and eyes with wings; red rimmed eyes looking down on blood covered thighs. She's ran away too many times to count. She's lost inside a house of barely scrapping by and a mother that spends her nights flying high. It takes her hours to scrub away the make up on her face; it will take forever to scrub away the past that haunts her.
Oct 2014 · 575
Father of mine
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
The hate i feel when you speak down upon me plants itself in my brain as well as my heart. What has gone wrong to hear a young girl state with all confidence she can muster that she would rather have a brother instead of a father walk her into a new life with her dear love. You are a souless man that i hope with all my will to have you spend your golden hour as lonely as you have made me feel. How dare someone comment about the mass of a young body. A body you have no control over. But that is just the problem. You are bipolar or is it that you wish to people a master whipping your women and children into shape. The shape you molded from your own twisted mind. Oh Father of mine. You are no Father of mine.
ranting and raving this is not poetry at all
Oct 2014 · 291
She was never
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
She was never called beautiful. She never drew eyes behind her as she walked through the hallways. She never got lopsided grins from the boy across the room.
    
     She was always silent through her pain. She was always wishing to find a pair of eyes on her frame as she looked behind her. She was always peeking across the room to the boy with pearly whites and tantalizing eyes.
Oct 2014 · 629
this is shit .
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Poetry is not just a mess of words thrown together to tell a story about the boy you adore .Poetry is the letters that ****** a reader's sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing. Poetry is supposed to make you feel something as deeply as you love the dark haired boy with knobby knees, as you love your grandmother on her deathbed, and as you much as you love the feel of someone else's dumpling lips against your own. Poetry holds your heart up among the angels or drags your sensitivity down below dark waves of pain.
Oct 2014 · 1.5k
Sleepy
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
The ache beneath your skin, deep within your bones. Lulling you into a slumber you cannot reach. Yawning and yearning for your eyes to flutter closed and your breathing to balance out harmoniously.
You are sleepy.
CRAPPPPPP
Oct 2014 · 322
David
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
There is no way for me to be completely rid of you. After being so distant our eyes meet and my heart stops in pain or happiness. Who really knows? All i know is that i haven't got a clue. I haven't got a clue what you are truly feeling about the girl who cares more for you than herself. I haven't got a clue how i should act around you. Should we talk or should i let everything end completely. I need guidelines to every crack and crevice of your soul. This is a reason i can't rid myself of you. You are an enigma of beauty and wonderful thoughts and asperations that i would love nothing more but to be a part of. But distance is the biggest factor ripping us apart.
This is really ****** and im sorry !!!!!!!!!
Oct 2014 · 1.5k
KISSING
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
The push and pull of two beings ; connected by thin heart strings, plump lips, and the fingertips of another. Opening up to not only the partner but to yourself with the sway of bodies against each other. Minds in overdriving hanging onto the moment for dear life.
This is what i miss. KISSING
ranting im sorry
Oct 2014 · 860
Words
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
Words spilled from my lungs until the day a boy kissed me.
The words were trapped inside as he pumped his own soul into mine.
I had lost all sense of what was mine.

When he left, he left like a stranger on a lonesome street.
I felt my lungs sticky and limp without use.
It **** so long before words began to pour out of me again.
I know what is mine.
Oct 2014 · 1.1k
Untitled
Bethany Duvall Oct 2014
When the dust has settled in your collarbones and the word alone reveberates through you...
What will become of you ?

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