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And I fell in love with a time.
2am to be precise.
When the air is so thick with silence,
that you'd be fooled into believing your heart had stopped.
And the universe had stopped
and tormented souls had finally stilled.
When the moon casts ghostly shadows
over homes, trees and empty roads.
When artificial lights have long faded
and all that's left is moonlight.
And stars lie like freckles across the black sky.
How very pure the world looks
at 2am,
with white light streaming through the darkness.

(Oh what a blissfully peaceful time)
 Oct 2017 Brea Bishop
Crystal
Of all creation,
I  gravitate towards you.
Slowly, and utterly vulnerable
no matter how I try to
delay it.
pause it
to stay in solitude,
Where I'm more comfortable  
or at least that's what I tell myself.

Doesn't change the fact that I want you
I want us.

and it scares me.
 Oct 2017 Brea Bishop
B Chapman
If you're such a nice guy,
why get mad
when I won't let you kiss me?

If you're really so kind,
why feel the need
to announce and repeat it?

If you truly deserved my attention,
why get pushy,
deamaning, and pissy?

If I'm just a superficial *****,
then tell me why
you felt the need to beg for me?

If I owed you a chance,
then why aren't I
branded like property?

No means no.
I'm sure you understand,
since you're obviously such a nice
     man.
 Oct 2017 Brea Bishop
chloie
someday, i'll get over it.
believe me, i'll turn on the light.
but i beg of you -- not today,

and let me cry once more tonight.
 Oct 2017 Brea Bishop
Crystal
I pick up yet another drink.
To drown another memory of you.
But as soon as I do , another one seems to swim right back up.
So here I am, 5 bottles down.

Trying to forget you will be the death of me. Trying to let go felt like the end of me.
Who am I without you?
What have you done to me?Please undo it. Let me live without you.
Or let me die with out you.
Help me let you go pretty boy.... help....



-I wish I didn't miss you this much.
Why wont he love me like he loves her
 Aug 2017 Brea Bishop
MeanAileen
***** *** and cigarettes
bad decisions, no regrets.
Painted lips and fingertips
lace, leather, gags and whips.
Cheap motels, steamy nights
sweaty flesh and candlelights.
Pushing limits, breaking rules
naked dips in swimming pools.
Getting high while living low
riding rails, pure white snow.
Playing games & telling lies
the look of lust in lovers eyes.
Rendevouz in seedy places
sloppy kisses, hot embraces.
Ménage à trios, or even four!
Anything goes behind locked door...
Shots of Jack make it all alright-
just another dirt-bag night.
50% fiction...
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