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Feeling Real Dec 2015
I like your big eyes
Light up my life with your fire
Burn me, red white and gold
I know you never said but I think the credit
Goes to: you were too old

James, I think, the lying has got to stop
He says, I'm not his only but I'm his favorite
And I don't think it can get more perfect

He thinks he wants me
When I beg to be included
He wants to touch me when I'm feeling loose
He's just so clever, ten steps ahead

James has got it better because he's in love with me
I asked him about it and he said that we're holy
He's just a vampire who's been born to feed
It's gotta be meant to be, gotta be, something telling me
The fantasy is just as real as reality
Feeling Real Dec 2015
Someone collared my best friend, I noticed only looking back
We trade candy canes from her mouth to my mouth
They all watched but no one told me

I feel better with big hands on my hands
on my neck, on my *******

Sweet, sweet girl, they sang
It's time - your daily game
I'll put my hands together
In your lap or my lap
And we'll see who lasts the longest

Awkward Tuesday is not unconditional
They thought I loved them but it's not professional
I just take their money and the candy, and baby
I'm all the lonelier for it

Someone collared my best friend, I know that I wanted to be her
Because he liked it from my mouth to her mouth
I wonder why she was better

I feel better with big hands on my hands
on my neck and on my breast
I'm sure you've noticed

Baby girl, baby child, they sang
Hold on to this, you'll like it just try it
Here's a thing that we could do
In your lap or in my lap
I just want to be there forever

Awkward Tuesday is not unconditional
I really loved them but it's just not professional
I take their life force, their time and the candy
Baby, I'm the loneliest doll
I'm the loneliest girl, doll
I'm the loneliest god
an autobiography
Feeling Real Dec 2015
12 am, white summer night
Abandoned playground, warm Coors Light
I say, "I'm so nervous, let's play like this
Have some fun on the swings or slide."

You say, "Are you not ready? I've already
wasted too much time."


I guess it's funny, telling lies
Because I liked you and you liked to be liked
He gave me catnip at **** price
The ******* ******! I thought
Everything was alright

He said, "Don't get older, don't get cruel"
Like he had the power to
**** his ***** ***, that's not cool
But I got a bottle and a few

Sneak out or play nice
My basement is less entertaining
Than walking the night
Sneak out or play nice
You can try to follow me out if you'd like
Sneak out or play nice
I went with my best friend the first two times
Sneak out or play nice

I'm embarrassed to say we never felt quite like those nights again
It must be something that flees as soon as it's missed
using colloquial terminology because that's how i think and talk
Feeling Real Dec 2015
I wake up the ghosts with the saddest songs
I can sing and I sing of desire
How nobody wants me, I'm so **** lonely
I walk down the streets and turn no head
I'm just like them

I'm all for lies if you disguise it well enough
I love to feel as long as it's all love
I've always found that darkness
Warms me more than the light
Just take me out, take me out

Let me cry

I'm the happiest when you leave me rotten
The ground is the dirt
It's me you walk in

Every kitchen floor is my bed sheet

The awful weight over me
I've always wanted to feel wanted
But it's been coming up less often

I'm the first type, the kind of girl who
Gets a taste before she bites
I'm a loose hook, a left-right
The circle-turning, your house is burning
Look at me, I'm more important
Stupid, I'm still talking kinda girl
Feeling Real Dec 2015
I've got the microfibers by a thread
Just keep unraveling-raveling
Maybe I'll wind up dead
Just got the mad old man by his finger
Three of mine wrapped around his bigger one
He's got the best idea, eyes wide in fear

I think he is the one

But he's not real, he's just a rake
There's no siren spell
He just sits and waits
And that awful lap is big enough for two

I never ask because he would want to

Why so rotten, my baby tooth
Wiggles around and leaves me
Sugar, sweet, a 200 dollar treat
Take me to the store sometime

He'll take me out to play sometimes

I never find - There's no one else
Who watches me like I'm something else
Ethereal, flaming, god-like wanting
I am something special

*I am something else
Feeling Real Dec 2015
He never talked to me except late at night
When I grabbed a cigarette and took to the nasty light
Rotten flies dead in the sickening fake yellow
The lamenate floor in the kitchen
The feeling I've been left with

You've never looked more familiar than
On your knees, on the floor between my thighs
Your pale white breath on skin that left
Me colder than outside

Take me back to the grave

I just want to impress the world
Leave my name, coating under all their tongues
A leak - leaking, the water work's are coming out
Let them drink all of me down

I've been around longer than I've been
Waiting for you to have me
I guess I get it's all about
Making impressions that'll last me
Feeling Real Dec 2015
We weren't running from the glass left
Shattered on the apartment floor we were living
The best way we could, cabinets bare, feeling
Where could the best advice take us?
Where would we fashion the best replacement?
Kindness, strangers, bars emptied into wet pavement
We were beautiful before darkness
Said, "Hello"
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