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I want you
To be rough with me
In the gentlest way.

I want you
To pull me apart
And make me whole.

I want you
To dominate me
As your equal.

I want you
Animalistic
Yet so incredibly human.
she straightened her hair
and painted her face with
just the right concoction.

she picked out her clothes
staring at her closet with
nerves and anger.

for once, she just wanted
someone to love her
all of her

not the made up, revealing, night on the town her.
the real her.
sweatpants, messy bun her.

she wanted the freedom to be real.
she didn't want to hide anymore
relationships aren't always 50/50 on give and take.
sometimes you need to pick it up for the other person,
and they do the same to you.
but lately it feels like i need you 80, and you need me way more than 20.
and i don't know how much more of me i have to give.

i feel like i'm disappearing.
my fingertips cast my very own demise
i leave behind reminders
messages from yours truly
"i'll never love you..."
coping<3
Sin has a lovely face
but a bitter taste
Touch her you can
But you never know where you will land
Will I ever truly love?
Or shall the feelings forever remain unfelt.
Will I ever find the ability to convey?
Or shall the flutter of my heart.
Continue to throttle the only difference
between the norm and the not.
Will I ever belong?
Or shall the loss persist to be lost.
As each and every mistake
fades into the distance
with an open embrace.

Oh these feelings
and those flutters
woe the loss.
Will I ever - truly love?
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