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 May 2013 hopeless romantic
flynt
painting red across my wrist
and all i wanted was a better view
"wake up"   it says   "let's go get high"
my cheeks flushed hot red
damped by my fears
bored because i'm dumb
it calls me a queer
my mind although
is a riot that you watch
from your tv
pupils dilated
doll parts scattered
bless my body
bless my soul
wrap it up in
turpentine
you're so *******
fabulous babydoll
you fit right
******* in
this goes in with the other poems all written under the influence
this makes absolutely no ******* sense, and it's *******
enjoy - who the **** am i?!
Think back to the days when just me and you
Was enough to keep your heart amused.
So it seems things inevitably change.

I know it's selfish to wish things to be the same
Cause people grow up and build upon the pain. 

The memories you're bound to forget, will play on in my head.

Long after my life has been led.

And i will spend time thinking about all the things we said. 

Wondering where you rest, 
I'll imagine a life where we had our happy end.
I hate you.
I hate everything about you.
The way you talk.
The way you laugh.
The way you treat your family like ****.
The way you think yourself higher than everyone else.

Nobody likes you.
******* and die, you filthy ****.
Go back to the crack house you live in and **** your little sister some more.
You are my definition of ****.
You are lower than ****.
You are the **** under my shoes.
The dog **** on my shoes.
****-head, ****-face, **** ******* mother ******* *******
***** ****.
You are a waste of ***** and I hope you die.
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