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Faith Feb 2014
He said I was his muse; I'm beautiful to him.
He wrote songs about me.
"Your wings fly higher than anyone else's"

I was his prized possession.
However,  in time, I learned that with possession.. came obsession.
"I don't agree." he'd say.
"You can't do that.." he urged.
"******* quit. Now!" he commanded.

The first hit was the worst. I remember the bruise vividly.
It was purple, and I craved for more.
I didn't want to believe it was abuse.

My shoulders began to slump, and the bruises were getting harder to hide.
I felt his fists slam into me over and over again.
I didn't leave.

I watched my lips, knuckles, and nose bleed for you;
I let my skin bruise for you.
You fed me so many lied, and it only made me more hungry.

They think I'm ****** up because of you..
"You only crave pain, because you're repressing your memory of...him."

I found my wings on your side of the bed. I found my box of letter under it. I found my heart in your hands, and my pride in your smile.
Faith Jun 2015
Singing to myself,
rain thuds on my roof.
All by myself,
I get lonely at night.

I can only imagine
your soft touch,
or even inhale
the scent of your hair.

The biggest mistake I ever made
was accepting the hatred you had for me.
Whenever I should have taken your hands,
I cut off my own.
idk
Faith Jun 2014
idk
I guess you could call me a bit of a *******,
because whenever you ripped my heart from my breast,
I felt nothing but pure ecstasy.
I didn't think I could ever get rid
of the only thing that reminded me of you.
Idk
Faith Feb 2014
Idk
I have absolutely
no inspiration
without you here.

**The end.
Faith Aug 2014
Gravity tried so very hard to force us together,
but I just couldn't keep my grasp on you.
Faith Mar 2014
if he says please,
you're supposed to do what he wants.
he expects you to make the journey down south,
and if he says please,
you have to do what he asks.
there's no such thing as "no,"
if he's nice.
you'll listen to him,
if he says please.
but if you say please,
at once, he must stop.
although, often it isn't please anymore.

so,
this is my warning to you.
if you love a man who says please,
he doesn't feel the same.
he wants your service
for only one thing,
and he knows to always use please
to quiet your pain.
six letters will build you up,
break you down,
and hurt you.
you don't have to listen
to his please.
Faith Feb 2014
Riding in the car brings back so many old memories.
When the car hits a bump all I can think of is your body writhing under me.

As we turn the corner,
I remember the endless curves on your body.

When we get out of the car,
I can almost feel your arms reaching for me to come back to you.
Faith Jun 2014
i guess i ****** you over
with the worst intentions ever.
but
i only wanted what was best for myself.

i suppose i could've thought of you,
because i am right now,
and it's breaking down every fiber in  my body.
Faith Jun 2014
I hope my name
sends that painful burn
right up to your head
every time you hear it.

And I hope you never forget
the way I would bounce up and down
in the passenger seat to your
horrible off-beat music.
Faith Jun 2014
I can still remember the way
the moonlight would dance shyly
on your skin at night.
Faith Jun 2014
you say you have other priorities to tend to,
but all is that you no longer care for me.
a broken wall falls to my knees
in hopes to skin up my knees.
Faith Apr 2014
I said to him,  
"hold my hand
as tight as you can,
before the wind blows away my brittle bones."

Of course,
he let go of it
as soon as my eyes were closed,
and I kept them shut as the storm blew me away.

I still hear his voice
in the rain;
I smell his scent
in the wind.
I love him mercilessly
in the thunder.
Faith Mar 2014
He says , "I love you babe."
He falls asleep next to the other girl,
and he tells me everything is okay.

This is turning into a world
where everything is not okay,
and he is the only one still breathing.
Faith Mar 2014
i'm sorry that
i smell your skin before anything.

i'm sorry that
you're the reason i paint my nails.

i'm sorry that
i can't stop calling you.

i'm sorry that
you never truly felt the same way about me.

i'm sorry that
nothing seems to ever work out.

i'm sorry.
Faith Aug 2014
i can only say sorry to the beautiful sadness in your eyes,
and i can only hope to learn from the mistakes i placed heavy on your heart.
Faith Jun 2014
he told me
that black hair suited my face.
i never knew that he meant
that he wanted me to move on
to find someone closer to me.
Faith Mar 2014
a plague
interrupted her mind.
a disease spread throughout
her hideous bloodstream,
and she soon
became just another
one.
Faith May 2014
I looked up at you
with bright eyes
and red lips.

I worshiped you
with open arms
and a vast imagination.

I gave you all of me
with hopes to
get something in return.

fc
Faith Jun 2014
A shattered promise falls limply to my feet;
I've given it my best.
Faith May 2014
a kiss
does not mean
you can rest your hands
on the valleys of my body.

a sigh
does not mean
i am willing to open up
the most precious gift to you.
Faith Apr 2014
Tonight, as I looked into the vast lake,
I noticed something different.
It wasn't beautiful anymore.
The waves stopped overlapping each other,
and the shore line grew shorter.

Oh,
beautiful scenes can't last forever,
I suppose.
lake lincoln
Faith Feb 2014
You gave me a topic,
and you told me to go from there.
If only you knew what I thought of whenever you said 'legs.'

How can I possibly go from here,
whenever legs take me back to there?
If only you knew what I thought of whenever you said 'legs.'
Faith Mar 2014
The lake reflected lies unto his hands,
and he didn't seem to notice how visible they were.
He called me his,
but I knew I wasn't the only one.
lol
Faith Apr 2014
lol
I have to let you know something.
No one really cares
about the thoughts going through your head.
Or the way you're eyes
are slowly sinking into hollow sockets.
They really don't.
Faith Feb 2014
I watch the world from under your body.
I listen to the music from inside of your ears.
Your smile is the rhyme in my words.
Faith Mar 2014
if i could compare
his love for me to anything,
it would have to be a coordinate plane.
we seem to always be lost
somewhere in the origin,
or slowly decreasing,
Faith Feb 2014
Maybe,
if I beg you to tell me you love me,
it'll all of a sudden become true.
Faith Mar 2014
i think it was the way
your hands
suffocated me.
or maybe it was the way
your bones would crush
against my own.
a broken fragment
of your soul
could slice me open in seconds.

it was beautiful.
oh,
so beautiful
Faith May 2014
My bright red lipstick
trailing down his neck.
His warm hands
fleeting across my back.
Her dark eyes glaring at me
from across the room.
Faith Feb 2014
I can't stop staring so you,
and I hope you don't mind.

- By the way, you're on mine.
Faith Jun 2015
My true love has my heart in his hand, mine.
Faith Aug 2018
flecks of sugar could be
found in your taste buds
as I search them with my
tongue, you begin to open
Faith Mar 2014
i had a dream about you last night.
you touched me endlessly,
and you told me stories about
the places you've been.
i miss you
Faith Feb 2014
To me,
you're the whisper I find in snow.
You're the emphasis on my "T's"  
You sing me stardust.
You scream me the sun.
Faith Sep 2018
you fly with broad shoulders
stuff your mouth full of Wonder Bread
and call yourself a saint
strum a note and make it
discord - breath swirls like wind

2. look deep into the cracks of your skin -
could you please stop calling me that!
if anything could phase you
it would have to be a plane,
only they can cut through clouds.

3. my first collector edition model
placed on a desk near my window
i see birds flying through your hair outside.
you picked one up and
tossed it in the river

4. do you find it easier to steal from a child
or do you think adults fall harder under
pressures you put onto others?
either way, a hurricane is coming
and we all hope you are being safe
Faith Jun 2014
last night i couldn't stop thinking of the way your head always fit into the crook of my shoulders,
or the way your tiny hands would wrap around my warm waist.
i kept feeling your bright blue eyes burning through the back of my skull,
pleading for me to never lie to you;
never leave you.
but i did i leave you.
you had nothing to call a home anymore,
because i kept you so high up in the clouds.

all i can say
is that the way your lips curved up whenever i smiled at you
is haunting me,

and i think i need you.
Faith Feb 2014
There's a boy in my band class.
He wears a white mask that covers his whole face,
with the exception of his mouth and eyes.

He watches every female that walks by
with open eyes
and a perverted mind.
Faith Feb 2014
Inside of my mind, you'll find a vast part of it is full of repressed memories of you.  I can remember the way your teeth would grab your bottom lip while saying the first letter of my name. Do you remember that time we were in your backyard, and you told me that everything would be okay?
Why did you have to tell me that? I didn't want everything to be okay.
  -We were supposed to be a **** up in a room full of perfections.
Faith Apr 2014
Whenever
the swings finally stopped,
I, still, could not leave.
Faith Nov 2014
please do no tell me to calm down
whenever you still kiss the palms of my hands.
and please do not tell me you do not feel the same way
whenever you continuously hold your shaking body to mine.
please do not tell me that you are in love with her,
whenever you have entered my bloodstream recently.
please.
Faith Mar 2014
1.
your eyes are like stars,
and i like stars.
that's what i told you
the night at the carnival.
honestly,
i just wanted you to make me forget your eyes.
you were supposed to make me remember your lips.
or maybe your hands.
why your eyes?

2.
a scarred wrist
entangled in mine.
beautiful, dark eyes
found my own.
a wrecked story
including chapters
of us both
unfurled right before us.
pitiful kisses were displayed
in the shadows.
weak embraces
wrapped me up
and held me tight.
a solid cry
pleaded for me
as i walked away,
again.
Faith Feb 2014
1.** Calloused hands reached out to intertwine with my own.
Once soft, baby hands,
were now nothing
but rough.
I can't say that it bothered me, though.

Especially whenever they were on my own flesh.

2. My favorite time to be with you
is on Sundays.
We lay in your bed,
forget the world,
and smell each others' skin.
I've found my own bed to become foreign.

3. I can't help but notice how much you remind
me of someone I don't know.
Every time I look at you,
it's like I'm staring into a face I don't even know.
Whenever your hands run though my hair,
I'm almost frightened.

Will you hurt me?
I'm starting to memorize you.

4. Whenever you first began to notice me,
I was obviously nervous.

And now that you love me,
I can't stop scratching my hands.

5. If you could,
would you give me the moon?
Or would you continue to
sit in your car,
and scream out
meaningless lyrics?
Faith Feb 2014
You put your prayers in my hands,
- but you leave your sins in my mouth.
Faith Mar 2014
i open my window at night,
in hopes that i'll wake up to you
curled by my side.
i've found out,
however,
that the only thing i wake up to
is rain water
splashed across my **** body.
Faith Feb 2014
You were a lullaby,
and I knew that you hurt.
You're a song
that is way
too low for
my range.
Faith Feb 2014
I just want to have a picnic with something in the woods.
I just want to run my hands through your long, brown hair.
I just want to hear you call me, 'Kitten.'
I just want to be in your reach, again.
Faith Apr 2014
Boy,
don't move too fast.
Take it all in.
You're forgetting the real reason to be alive.
fc
Faith Dec 2014
It is not supposed to be like this.
The tears,
they're supposed to disappear.
And I told myself
it would not end up like this again.
No,
I promised myself that I would not let it get this bad.

This is all wrong,
and I can not bring myself to tear away from your gaze.
Faith Feb 2014
I can hear you laugh,
and I know you expect me to
place my chin in the hollow of your shoulder.
Today, I can't seem to bring my skin
to connect with yours.
Faith Feb 2014
You frantically tried to clear out your backseat.
I sat there, staring at you.
Was I supposed to start?
I told you I was experienced with consoles.
- You told me my ******* were so pretty.

I'm bruised from your large hands crashing down on my backside.
You told me my ******* were so pretty.
i can't get this memory out of my head
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