Hardness, harsh breathing,
Sun silent— night in morning,
Cold, dry, empty bed.

Breakup for the makeup, the *** is is poetry within itself. Loving you is bad for me...it's bad for my self esteem, and it's bad for my health. I feel bad when I see how I make you so weak...to see a grown man tear up, and do crazy **** without stopping to think. You love the curve off my hips, the scent of my hair and my soft full lips. The birthmark on my wrist, and the one on my ribs which you never miss to kiss. The tone of my voice when I'm grilling you, the sparkle in my eye....when you recognize just how much I'm feeling you. It hurts me every time when you doubt how much I love you, because you're not the only one strokin'.....but you're the only one I make love to.

And the passionate kisses tell it all. I got up from your lap and slid off your pants, then ripped down your draws. I worked my way down and started slowly, deep throated your love as I played with your.....You ripped me up by my hair so I can tell you're still mad, then you bent me over and slapped my ***, as hard as you could, and then you put him in me and I gripped every inch of your manhood. And you know I can't take it. Your nails dug into my sides, and thrusted so hard thinking I'd run...but you know I can take it. We switched then I started to ride, the anger in your eyes became harder for you to hide. Repeating your insults to you "I'm a *****, I'm a *** and I'm so ******* selfish." And I gripped on your neck, just as I felt your legs clam like shellfish. Fast and slow, I like watching your face, so I switch up the pace...and ride fast then slow. "I love you." Now I got you, not a second too early, not a second too late. You flipped me on my stomach and I felt all your weight. You started to pant extra hard and I told you to wait. I wasn't done, you pushed my face into the pillow as I felt you ***. Couldn't bring yourself to pull out.....fin.

But we know how your men swim. And I'm not on birth control so let's pray that I don't get pregnant again.

Red lips
High heels
Nice dress
Painted nails
Curly hair
Make up

Every inch of her was made to impress
Every step she took was made to make him lose his breath

All she ever wanted was for him
To walk past her
Stop
And
Turn
Around

She looked for him in every street corner
She looked for him in every store
She looked for him in every train station
She looked for him in every dream she ever had

But he just wasn't made for her

as much as i feel
wiser
stronger
more independent
i am suctioned into
digressing
repeating
forgetting
and walking right back in
to this nightmare of a culture.

The colour of addiction,
Transparent,
Translucent,
Visual in ***** dreamers,
Black minute slivers,
Black graphite,
Waxy as moon rises,
Poisonous,
She's a lush,
One on one,
She's out to steal your heart,
Corrupt you,
She's all out to catch you,
Hook line and sinker,
Product of a clever thinker,
Wants to make a buck,
**** some b**er with his muck,
Such evil *****,
Mischievous tinker,
I met her on my way,
Played just once in steep stupidity,
She was lovely,
Delicious head fodder,
Chasing on as dragon dancers spewed their guts,
I was sensible,
Tried her once,on one occasion,
First was last,
Then I forgot her!
Never ever,
No more to dabble,
With her heart so fetching,
As such effect 'Smack' has!
She'll leave you wretched,
Retching,
While strolling on air,
Your feet ,
Well, the floor's not touching,
Head floats imperially,
Impervious to her stranglehold,
She is cruel,
Don't visit her,
Be not a fool,
****** in any guise,
She's so fKing uncool!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She was f-u-l-l and stuffed to the brim.
Not another thing could be shoved down her throat
She was silent though,
Deathly quiet because she was in actuality
E-m-p-t-y,
Empty of food, that is.
She was full of emotion and feelings and
Suicides
Her wrists whispered those attempts
And her legs moaned those failed tries
Her throat ached with pills stuck there
And her neck was ringed red with burns
Her blue nails wailed underfed
Her blue lips screamed lacking.
So she took a k-n-i-f-e,
A big, butchered blade
A laid it flat against her sewn on skin.
And she shaved off the first layer of shield
And then she swiped off the second layer
To reveal nothing but words underneath,
Crawling out like spiders and centipedes.
She screamed and shook them away onto the floor.
Then she took that k-n-i-f-e,
That big, butchered blade,
And pressed it to her battered heart
And let it slide in with slow precision.
And she didn't feel anything because there was nothing there.
And she let the words crumple to the tile
Along with those bright red droplets of
Tears.
By the time she was found, she was no longer
F-u-l-l,
But rather very very
*E-m-p-t-y