Pretty little dolls
With their makeup on
and their clothes just right

I once was a pretty little doll.
I wore my makeup.
Had my pretty clothes
and my hair done nice.

But I was still never liked.
No no.
Never an ideal,
Society didn't want to play with me
I was not to their standard still
I was looked down on by Barbie.

She was the pretty little doll I could never seem to be.
... I don't want to play dolls anymore.

My love, you are my wild rose
For I will never try to tame you
A wild passion like the wind blows
I love all the things you do

My wild rose, you are always free
I am lost within your tempting smile
Showing all your naked ambition to me
A willingness that always has style

Like a wild rose, you can never be tamed
You have a love that will always grow strong
And everything you do, you can never be blamed
Take me with you for we can do no wrong

You're my drug fueled fantasy
And all i want is you to dance with me
I'm never coming down
Rather overdose than have a peak
Will you intravenously love me for the right price?
I need your high tonight.
And i just might do anything to feel your bite

I am the liquor
I am what draws the heat
From your core to your limbs
Allowing you to believe
That the chill in your bones
Has finally fled,
Leaving behind an empty stomach
A hollow reminder
That what's killing you
Will never itself
Be dead.

I've been meaning to write you, but my words are all too stuck in their ways. They wish to be spoken and long to be felt, but to be honest they all lack virtue. All they can do now is hurt you.

Drenched in dopamine
These words swim within
Gasping for air  
They plead for solace
In the jungle of thought  
They inhale agony
And exhale apathy  
They are jaded implicitly
These words
I secretly imprisoned
Still inconvenience me
They ******* my heart
Despite their innocence
I can not trust them
Hence my silence
Hence the look in my eyes
My stomach was weak
I saw novelty in every lie
But to be honest  
I been meaning to ask
Is it too late for us?

I couldn’t
always be there.

It was as
simple as that.

And in a world
where everyone
  needs everything
to be at their
  beckoning call,

I just wasn’t
  good enough.

-Andrew Durst.

I thought you were true.
Now I can't trust you.

Just because
I don't have the right
To be jealous
That doesn't mean
That I'm **not