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Nov 2014 · 351
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we lay there in bed
naked
he rolled over to check his phone
i noticed these marks
these scars
most people would have questioned it
i thought they were beautiful
they were just another beautiful flaw on his beautifully flawless body
Nov 2014 · 337
Life's Reality
he left
they left
everyone left

loneliness was her only friend
and self-love was her saviour
distance resulted in realisation
but realisation resulted in fear
fear of them not coming back

in the end she realised
cutting is not the answer
crying only gives you bags
not eating destroys you more than you think
and life gets better
Nov 2014 · 471
Sunday...
she always loved breakfast in parkhurst
summertime especially
cigarette in hand
shades on
but then autumn came
and everything turned red
the same shade as her lipstick
the dogs stopped passing by
and then winter came
she sat there every sunday morning
vovo telo
sipping on her coffee, waiting as it got cold
as cold as his heart when he left her
but then it was spring
and flowers grew back
and the smiles started arriving again
and all she could do was sit there
every sunday
waiting for something that not even she knew
Nov 2014 · 279
August bliss
we roamed the streets of Greece
and the islands
and the beaches
and the mountains
and the country side
we went out every night
smoked a few
we kinda drank too
it was so magical
being completely anonymous I mean
I could never write enough about it
for the first time in my life I knew what love was
and it wasn't because of a boy
walking around my apartment naked until 3am
and driving a scooter everywhere
not having to pretend to be something I wasn't
but now I'm home and I miss
I miss the sunsets
and the full moon
and the clear night sky
and the shoreline that kissed the beach sand every opportunity it got,
even after being rejected a million times
I miss the faces of the homeless dogs and cats that roamed the city streets with a smile on their faces, being content with life even though they had nothing
but most of all I miss the happiness I felt of being where I belonged most.
Nov 2014 · 401
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spread your legs, push them until you can't go anymore
carry on until your body is shaking and sweat is dripping down your face
you've got this body - use it
you're beautiful
scream if it hurts but carry on, even if it hurts like hell
its magic I tell you, the things that you can do with this body of yours
as you slide down you feel it, your crotch hitting the ground
you remove your shoes and blood comes pouring out
the pain feels so good
the flexibility of a gymnast and the beauty of a swan
she left all of them wanting more
and in the end, nothing felt more rewarding

- the art of Ballet

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