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Mad Crymes Aug 2018
​I love when people are, and cannot be anything but, honest. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
  Apr 2015 Mad Crymes
Molly
If you are a girl and you are bisexual,
you're really just a ****.

If you are a boy and you are bisexual,
you're really just gay.

Bisexuality isn't a real thing,
it's a phase. You're confused.

All girls are secretly bi.
You're just more honest about it.

Bisexuals like everyone,
they don't know how to have real relationships.

Bisexuals are looking for attention,
They're dramatic,
They're confused,
They're *****
Idiots
Sinners
Immature.

Wrong.


Bisexuals are people.
This bothers me to no end
I am the one form of reality that is lacking in explanation,
When it is time for me to do what must be done I leave most people with indignation.

My duties are never to damage and yet no matter how I proceed the damage is done,
In the shadows I may be found or even under the beaming light of the sun.

Because of what I do retrospectively I aid in maintaining life,
On the down side within most families, as well as communities my actions could cause strife.

Throughout the course of time no human has yet to solve my so called crime,
But with patience, focus and courage my mystery may be explained in no time.

With an anxious haste I bet you are wondering what I am
My name and purpose is fairly simple, I’m not much of a scam.

A fair warning I must give, please stay calm, take a deep breathe,
Although I have many names, one you might be familiar with is the name Death.
  Apr 2014 Mad Crymes
Melissa
it's a beautiful thing
  Apr 2014 Mad Crymes
Xyns
That was supposed to be me
I'm supposed to be the one with you right now
Calling you baby and holding your hand
Kissing your cheek and making you laugh

I remember when it was
When you were faithful and you cared
I remember how sweet you were
I remember when you turned

Was it your friends?
Or was I just not good enough?
It's times like this when I miss you
I was tempted with the thought of you and now I'm relapsing

I have a love
I have someone better
But still I sit here in tears
Wishing I could still call you my dear

And I know if he read this, he'd wonder why
Why am I not satisfied?
Well, I am. He's more than enough
I just can't function through this brokenness sometimes

I don't want you back..
I just want to know you
I just want to see your face and still be ok
I don't want you back

It hurts to think about it
It still gives me nightmares sometimes
And still stings my chest
But I'm not giving in

I won't text you no matter how bad I want to
I won't say I love you even though it feels like routine
I won't assume to position of my arms around you
I won't break and do what you want me to

But it's so hard
When I still have your number
Still want to run to you and hold you
Still wish to be your everything

I want to hurt you more though
For all this pain you've caused
And for how you've broken my trust
And left me damaged

I just wish I'd never asked your name
Never given you a hug
Or gave you my number
Never put up with the racist laughter

I stood up for you
You knew I was true
And you used it
Why didn't I see it?

I still lie to myself
Saying if I were to see you today
That you'd want me
You'd still need me

I'm too stupid
Too broken to know
But my heart now belongs to another
And he's putting it back together
It's been 7 months now.
And I still miss your face
Still like to say your name
Even though I'm taken
And he's definitely staying
So says the ring
He gave to me
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