The man behind the ****
He's evil I tell ya
He will have you wrapped around his hideous fingers after the first hit
He will drain your bank account
Your beauty and common sense
Then you'll be walking around mindlessly under his spell
He will whisper things to you
Telling you you're fine
In reality
You're ****** up and ****** up.

Sometimes you have eat at a fancy restaurant alone
Go to bars alone
Sleep alone (which isnt so bad)
And **** yourself

She was kind of a mean girl
But I still loved her
Such a free spirt
Didn't give a **** in the world
She sang when she felt broken
Her body moved so gracefully when she had a good day
(Which was rare)
Yet the sound of her voice could make anyone fall in love

I sure did.

I feel my heart caved into my chest
My stomach empty and rumbling
My cheeks sunken into my teeth
Chapped lips
Tired eyes
The feeling of needles into my spine
I can feel the blood rush through my veins to my finger tips
It was the worst comedown ever

She had a new man every other week
But they all had something in common
                           MONEY
I'd see her leave every night and come home every morning
With a different man
All drove luxury cars
Wore fancy suits
And shiny watches
I was curious how she did it
She would come and leave
The most fabulous woman I've seen
She'd come home with Versace, Prada, and Gucci bags
Always wearing dark designer shades
and black stelletos
Hair done up, not a single flaw on her skin
She was fabulous and a *****

Please dont play with my heart, its fragile.
If you dont want me, tell me.
Dont just leave without a word.
Id rather have you be honest
it helps with long term pain.
My head is strong i could forgive & forget easily
But please
Dont play with my heart its gone through enough.

Its
Your eyes
Your fiery green hazel eyes
Your cute little nose
Your tender lips
And your rock hard abs

Its
The way you look at me
The way you kiss me
And the way you **** me

Its
This feeling i cant get rid of
And memories i will never forget

Dont string me along
Im sick of lost hope
Let me be and leave
Im sick of butterflies
Im sick of this tingling feeling
From my heart to my finger tips
Im sick of love
Im sick of you,
You ****** *******

I know others had it worse
I know others had it better
I really wish i could get my life together

The ex won't leave me alone.
the new don't even phone.

He said to me
"Stop what you're doing its disgusting.
Pretty girls girls don't curse and pretty girls don't smoke"

I looked at him in the eyes
Took a drag from my cigarette
Scooted closer to him and whispered
"I don't ******* care"

Here's a poem for ya,

It's about me
poems, whiskey, and ****
are all I need
It's the thought of death that gets to me
It's the thought of love that's killing me
Yet im still doing me
Love is deceiving
Don't need anyone to try to please me

Believe me

All I need is some good ****, whiskey, and me.

No girl looks like an angel when they wake up
Unless your at a mans house
and sneek into his bathroom before he wakes up

I stare at myself
In my bathroom mirror
I see a charming girl
With a kind face
Eyes that could ****
And ****
A woman who can make a man go wild
in the end
I'm the one going crazy


I'm so Over
Myself

I always think there's more out to life
I know I can get more out of it

sometimes I think what if
finally made it?
Most of the time
I think
I've finally hit rock bottom


Yeah.... That's probably it

I knew you were bad from the start
But that didn't stop me