she comes to me when she's lonely
when she can't deal with the real world
when every one else has cut her off
it's always me

her caramel covered skin
every curve, bump and crease
that scent that intoxicates me
i fall for  it every time

the curve of her lips when she says my name
that feeling of electricity when our lips finally touch
but then the storm comes

no one can know our secrets
how she loves the way lace looks on me
how she loves the look of my legs when i dance
just the simple things
but oh no
why would we share those

why should i be allowed to tell my friends
post about her on my  feed
any public term of affection
well that could never happen

that will never happen

i just need to be with her
make her happy
she scoops me up when shes lonely
but puts me back in my box when she gets bored

or if there is the slightest chance of her showing any emotion to me

i love her

but she is slowly taking away my light

Scratches are like freckles
They are everywhere
They cover my body from head to toes
The freckles that is

Freckles, they are brown specks
But Scratches
Scratches are red
Most of my freckles are on my face
But my scratches are neck down

They leave imperfections all over my body. My stomach, my legs, my neck and hands. All scarred because of social standards. My body will start to tremble from all the pressure just like an earthquake, the skin slowly breaking. People tend to degrade the earthquake. And my friends will scold me when they see my hands covered in bandages. These bandages keep the blood in my body but that's what I need. Otherwise I would just end up being a body in a box. And as much fun as that sounds, I'd rather us my Netflix to make the pain go away. And to do this I am going to watch ****** shows and Doctor Who all day.

I can't stop shaking it's like there's a tornado in my body slowly building up and eventually it breaks everything in it's path. You see most people despise tornadoes just because of what we do. But there area those few who like us and they chase and chase us but never come close enough, to get to know us because we could explode at any second. Once the tornado is out of me I look at everything that I've destroyed. The people and the relationships. And all those people who were chasing me literally do not care any more. I am not crying or screaming so why bother paying attention. See that's the thing about us tornadoes. Whenever we're in a bad state we're all anybody cares about. But when were calm and not screaming. No one gives a single **** about us.