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 May 2015 Madison Houston
Vonshay
You say you miss
Then you diss me
Then you kiss me

You say you love me
then you hate me

Then you **** me
Then its **** me

I dont understand you.
Please don't tell me
that you've always been in love
with me and that you will always
have these feelings for me
I don't buy that
Please don't call me
at 4am with heart
felt messages in a
drunken state
I won't buy that

Please don't chase me
when I run away from
you, when I desert you
halfway through dinner and
scream hellbent 'I love
you's' at me across the street
I shan't buy that

Please do
understand,
that I am faithful to
no-one, that I
am capable of
nothing, save destruction
and that I do not buy
into the ideals of love,
into anything more than
***** fuelled hook-ups
and faible, fiery passion.
I want to be able to write properly again so so so badly
I feel as though if I persevere with this **** then one day I might just get it back
still you **** me, this isn't love
I tried to be someone else
but that just gave you another girl to *****.
you've brought me down.
and I can see you don't play around,
bring me skin to breathe
I need your bones next to me,
it's so sad, you see?

I crave the times you left your mark on me
I could go back to when you were touching me.
now I'm drunk and alone,
sitting on the phone,
listening to the sound of the paradise in your tone.
 May 2015 Madison Houston
Molly
DO YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT I HAD SIX DRINKS AND YOU HAD NONE

BECAUSE I DON'T
 Jan 2014 Madison Houston
evilhag
adolescence was cigarette smoke and a girl
who couldn’t love herself
enough

she got tired of trying
sometimes you get tired
 Dec 2013 Madison Houston
Elise
I binge all day, no
end in sight, but then for days
i'll starve myself right.
i am a woman made
of countless triggers never warned
(i don’t need a ******* trigger warning, I pull them every day)
of unnoticed scars
(i heal too fast and am too clever at hiding them)
and uncounted skipped meals
(because i’m too good at lying and too fat to have a eating disorder)

of empty pill bottles and whiskey bottles and ****** wrappers and inboxes
of unspoken dependence
and too much *****
(because i used to like to drink too much so that i could flirt with death
& if I survived I could feel thinner in the morning)

but all that is changing in the morning

but right now it feels good to feel drunk

and that’s okay

because I’d rather feel drunk and alone under flannel sheets

than ever
              you lot again
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