I will gladly welcome you into my territory.
We can laugh and I'll share a good story.

I will greet you warmly as you walk in,
And exchance with you a massive grin.

I will allow you to hunt my prey,
So you won't go away.

I can be the most friendly beast,
But there is more than a feast.

The kind greetings of my grace,
Turn to snarls and growls taking their place.

I will not hesitate to hurt you,
Or cause some trouble to brew.

Taking advatage of me,
Is never smart so let me be.

You have crossed the boundaries,
You have ruined the foundaries.

It doesn't matter if it's you,
I won't let you make it through!

My other half ;you became
until one day you had put me to shame
'My other half' i no longer claimed
for I had told you to restrain
My spite soon reached it's peak
until one day I said “No more being meek”
My wrath I did not tell nor show
because I remembered how Karma goes
Since my wrath went untold
The more my wrath began to grow
Fake smiles & "okays"; I gave out like drugs
Because it indicated that I had felt nothing but inside my heart lugged
The plastic genuine-like smile allowed you to come back in my arms like men & dogs
But then it dawned on me that I got no apology for what you had done to me
So on that day I got even with my enemy
My foe thought we were on good terms
But no, a lesson is meant to be learnt
The secrets that foe shared with me
was now exposed for everyone to see
My foe was put to shame in the public eye
Maybe they will learn in due time that the game I was playing was such a beautiful lie
It occurred to my foe that
It was a plot & that my intentions were sly
and also that
Karma's a *****
& so was I.
(g.p)

I* am jealous of
your *bed
your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette

because they wrap and cloud around you
touch you, feel your dark, soft skin
feel your warmth

when I cannot do those things
when I am too far away
spending my lonely afternoons
wishing to be

your bed
your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette.

She was ugly.
A snake of a girl- beady
blue eyes and
blood-red toenails.

The small snigger creeping
up through her perfectly
kept teeth as she spat
at the garbage
of the street: the creatures
she couldn’t see
through her beady
blue eyes.

Her mama would dress her
up in yellow ribbons and green bows.
“Why honey,
you make a sweet little
dandelion,”.

She liked to be
a dandelion, but secretly
she dreamed of being
a marigold:
                                                                ­                       Lips parted to the sun,
                                                                ­                                       seeds planted
                                                         ­                        in the rich soil of her own
                                                                ­                                             blackness.
She wanted to be a marigold.
But she was just
a dandelion,
stepping on petals and
weeding out whatever
she longed to be.

It was a momentary encounter
Just a momentary thought
A moment which was wasted
A moment that didn't matter

I pushed myself into the hands of another mistake
I pushed myself into another ditch full of fire and thorns
I said I didn't really care
But in that moment, I didnt know that secrete was there

Am I now on the sideline
Or am I just one big waste
Am I just someting you once wanted that you couldn't have?
Am I just too hard to get and you don't think I'm worth the fight?

Although I'd never kiss you
Although I'd never want to be with you
I just wanted that feeling...
Of being wanted.

Well...
**** this ****,
I don't even try to feel like this.
I just want that pretty boy to hit.
I hate his face,
his name is the worse.
He'll be wishing
he left our fight in a hearse.
I don't wanna be angry,
violent
or ******.
But this kid,
just wants a date with my fist.
This jealously
just makes me ******* ill,
and in a duel for your love,
I would never kneel.
I'm sorry
this is the way I feel.
I just want you
more than anything else.
But you say,
I can't have you to myself.
So when your gone,
I write you things.
For that is what my emotion brings.
I'll fight for your love,
every single day.
Because right now,
there's no other way.

******* feelings,
I wish I didn't have them.
I wish I wouldn't be jealous
over any little thing.
I could go on with life
without any type of remorse.
I could go on with this
monotonous,
existence.
But without you of course.
Because love
is mother nature's
most powerful force.
But without it,
I wouldn't have any passion to chase you.
And i wouldn't want to be in love,
because I wouldn't have to.
But that isn't real,
it's really not possible.
All of these feelings
I hold are unstoppable.
Under all this emotion,
i see clearer than ever.
Ready to conquer
any ******* endeavor.
I need you like water,
without you,
I'd die.
Like a bird needs it's feathers,
minus you,
I can't fly.
You're this constant itch,
i feel on my lips.
And when I scratch it,
I take in huge hits of bliss.
So All of this time,
I could have felt this?
And now that I've tasted you,
I know what I've missed.
You are the best cuddles,
tip top of the list.
The most amazing sensation,
everytime we kiss.

God!
Why do I have to freak out?
You notice
and ask me what it's all about.
I tell you, "it's nothing,"
you say, "******* honey"
and then i explain
that I hate my existence,
without you in it.
I want you for my own,
without anyone else.
I wouldn't ever cheat,
lie,
or be ungrateful
to my elf.
You are better for me,
than I am for myself.
So today
I will write about the freak outs I have,
because this depression I feel,
isn't all just bad.
It's just fueled by jealousy,
and ruled by hate.
But only for the boys
you stay with til late.
I love you more
than I could ever show,
more than I could say,
more than you'll ever know.
And this is what you fail to see,
is that life could be better,
if you were just with me.
Less hearts that you
would worry about breaking,
less people's breaths
you'd be accidentally taking.
And you wouldn't have to try
as hard as you do.
This love that I feel,
That I wish you felt too.
Because I would come home
every night to you.
To rub to your feet,
give you kisses
and hold you
til' you slept
the whole night through.