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you turned off the lights in her eyes
when the streets are filled with darkness
she's flawless
picking up the pieces of broken glass
that once was a heart
As much as I hate to admit
Long ago
In chapters far before this one
I was addicted
And let's not forget
How much I miss the
Oh so wonderful taste
Of alcohol lingering in my mouth
 Nov 2014 Nicholas
Urmila
Pour your heart out to me
I can't
Why?
*You'd drown in the very first drop
I see how they look at me
With eyes that hunger for skin
I see how the eat me up in their stares
Their endless thirst makes me grin.

                                                        ­   I feel them degrade me in each glance
                                                          ­                ******* me like a play toy
                                                             Eating me with their wandering eyes
                                                            ­    This is why I don’t settle for a boy.


To be wanted is my worth
Their sole desire
To hold me and love me
Would ignite their little fire

                                                         ­      I cannot be looked at in such a way
                                                             ­     I feel ***** from their careless eyes
                                                            ­   The way they imagine me bent over
                                                            ­                          A part of my soul dies


I love the way it feels
When he puts his hand on my thigh
How it feels to have his lips on my neck
And know he's not a nice guy

                                                          ­          I hate when they glance my way
                                                             ­     and saunter over like were friends
                                                         ­                  and how he tries to touch me
                                                              ­           and begs this night not to end


I love it when those bad boys get handsy
and beg for a touch or two
and plead for a peek
and say I'm the kind of girl they'd *******

                                                        ­                     *to be desired in such a way
                                                             ­                            makes me sick inside
                                                          ­                    I just want to be a good girl
                                                            ­               and be someone's cute bride
I guess I feel both ways; both desired and degraded. I love to be desired, and take joy in the boys who stare like they've just met a goddess.. but there are also the boys who make me feel like I'm just a piece of meat.. or a prize.. how do you feel?
 Nov 2014 Nicholas
Jordan
Doubt
 Nov 2014 Nicholas
Jordan
The more we have,
The more we have to be miserable about.

The more we discover,
The more we have to doubt.
 Nov 2014 Nicholas
Jordan
In an effort to be all that I cannot,
I have welcomed my own destruction.
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