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Kelsey Greene  Feb 2015
Fuckboy
Kelsey Greene Feb 2015
I want to taste jealousy on your lips when you kiss me
I want you to know that I don’t ******* need you
That there’s another guy that lives just down the street that would love to **** me any day
I want to feel like you need me to stay.

When you hold me I want to feel like you’ll never let me go
I want to know that you’re afraid of loosening you grip
Afraid that I might slip into the arm of that man down the road.

I want you to fear me.
Fear the power I have over you
The power to leave you if I ******* wanted to

I want you to know that I’m not tied down to you
And I want that to make your body shake
Like an earthquake
Afraid.
I want to feel like I have the power to make you crumble.

You had that power over me once.
Before I remembered that I was just someone for you to ****
Your own personal Vicodin,
Something to make your heart numb to the pain of her leaving you

But now your growing feelings
Becoming attached
But the time for that is past

I've been hallowed out,
***** you’re my toy now.
Anna Watkin  May 2015
fuckboy
Anna Watkin May 2015
what do you want?
friendship?
fuckship?
relationship?
you talk at me and I'm confused by your words
L  Feb 2015
fuckboy.
L Feb 2015
ring around the rosey
i heard you were a phony
ashes, ashes,
they were ******* right.
Charlotte  Oct 2014
fuckboy
Charlotte Oct 2014
pick up your snapback on your
way out, and use your cheap ***
compliments on the next girl. you played
your game but i played it
better. you asked me to make you
a sandwich, so i gave you
the finger. all you said was
when and where, so i’ll show you
the door. since you're not worth
the bedroom, especially when
i already have a jackhammer.
Larissa  Aug 2015
Fuckboy
Larissa Aug 2015
"What are you up to?" his simple text said
"Just eating cereal and laying in bed."
"What if I was with you." He responded with ease, "I guess I'd get more cereal if i please" and that's when he said it, that simpering lad, that stupid response that makes us all mad.
My mind filled with dread,with a twist in my gut,
I picked up my phone then read "Haha,then what ;)"
"And then what?!" Shocked by his assumptious pleas,
"Leave me alone, I'm begging you please"
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he muttered those three dreaded words. Yes, I kid you not. That little *****.
I opened his message that read "pic 4 pic?"
The I retorted: "No do not send your unsolicited 'pics', I can surely see past your little tricks."
And that's when things took an alarming switch
The boy with the wounded ego replied, "You're just an ungrateful *****"
The very next morning, the boy put on his fedora and let out with a sign, "Why does no one like me? I am such a nice guy"
Credit goes to owner
Sara Kellie May 2018
Kiss my bloodied lips before you go.
Remember darling, you reap what you sow.
I gave you that warning a few years ago.
So what's coming to you, you already know.
Now close your eyes and hold on tight.
I'll make it quick when I put out your light.
When you are gone, I might shed some tears.
Remembering back, we had some good years.
You chose a new ally, you made a mistake.
It won't take you long to realise he's fake.

Poetry by Kaydee
The bloodier the poem the better the therapy and yes, she's still alive.
In fact, the poem titled 'Natalie' is about her. We are also still married!
You see, therapy through poetry really works.
Written in 2012.
Wyan mind Feb 2016
Kissing is a habit
******* is a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get all the pain
The guy says i love you
You believe its true
But when your tummy starts to swell,
He says 'to hell with you'


10 minutes of pleasure
9 months in pain
3 days in hospital
A baby without a name
The baby is a *******
The mother is a *****
This never wouldn't have happened
If the rubber wouldn't have torn
Harmony Apr 2016
Written December 1, 2015

"I feel like I'm having the same conversation with guys
Hi's turn into Bye's
lies in turn make me cry
How am I supposed to summarize all of this into one line?
I'm trying.
'Babe' and "Baby, you're the one'
But have you heard, that one means none when you're blind sided and reminded that there is other's who you'd rather be with?
And you realize, your words are myths, spitting out the syllables you just want me to hear
Pet names are  nothing but music to our ears
The day-to-day conversations from dawn to dusk are intriguing
But when you really look deeply, they're just words with no meaning
A lonely tactic, a feen for something more
Until the conversation closes, for I was a bore
From here it's the same love story, the way it always tends to end
I'll get the last word, press send, and then pretend as if your lack of response doesn't hurt me,
although it's killing me inside
Then I wish upon 11:11 for you to at least come to a compromise
You'll come around the bend again, and I'll try and act strong
But strong just isn't strong enough, I've missed you way too long
The story then repeats itself, a fairy tale no one enjoys
Welcome to your 'happily ever after'
when talking to a **** boy."
Lavina Akari  Aug 2015
fuckboy
Lavina Akari Aug 2015
do not be seduced by those with a reputation of a heartbreaker

do not allow them to strum on your heartstrings
because you are not someone's instrument.
do not misinterpret their charms as care or love for you

do not allow them to throw beautiful words down your throat at night
because you will wake up in the morning choking on them
and they will be nowhere to be found.
how can you call for help if you can't breathe?
Anastasia Mar 2018
You’re all alone,
Sometimes getting messages,
Sometimes not
To go on Tinder dates
And so sometimes you go.

Some go real ****,
I mean it’s Tinder, dah.
But latest one goes kinda well,
And so you go with it,
You wanna settle down.

The only thing
He’s a proper *******
You read on Instagram about.
So you pretend to be a fuckgirl,
No feelings sticking out.

The exes really sense it,
You’re with another guy.
Especially, a full moon
Does something real strange,
They start to really feel that.

The exes either come in packs,
Or they don’t come at all.
They see you’re sort of happy,
So it becomes their master plan -
To ******* ruin it all.

They text, they call,
They start remembering
The nicest **** you’ve done.
They try to reach that special spot,
They’ve reached then shattered many times.

But once for all, this time for 'real'
You have decided: "I'm ******* quitting it",
"This time feelings will be nowhere near it".
So you just keep on seeing the *******
You've met on Tinder.
Mystery Girl  Nov 2015
Fuckboy
Mystery Girl Nov 2015
I've spent time with you
Around your friends
Alone
You seemed so great
Like you cared for me too
But it's all just a ******* lie
Isn't it?
You never really liked me
Did you?
.....
Didn't think so.
OnwardFlame  Jun 2016
.FuckBoy.
OnwardFlame Jun 2016
He wanna know how it do
What I got purrin' over here
But his girlfriend she gone
So he pickin' his teeth
But he ain't got no tooth pic
Got that instagram picture
Talkin' 'bout pink skies full 'o cheap *** lies
You was sayin' my name
As you came and complained
You know I'm doin' so much
Its my face, you can't stain.

Got a flame next to his name
His ring and he rang
He's not a bad one
But he speaks like I'm his boss
'Cuz I am and its true
Check that off my list
Lace up my boots
Levitate off the ground
This next boy he got tattoos
But really,
They all do.

Facebook status, he got that relationship listed
But he looked right in my eyes
Moaning his tune
He want what he want
Held my hand as he drove
I was glad when he left
But the afterglow never lasts.

Ooooohhhh
This one
I could splatter some dark red paint
Make it swirl and indicate like blood
Did all that I could
But he filled with the rage, that hate
Put a black hood on my head
Said forget you, be what I need instead
He so angry 'cuz he so hurt
Surrounded by mildew and a bunch of
Dead birds
I feel sorry for you
No, its true
I feel sorry for you
I wasn't kidding when I said my name would be everywhere
And you would have to hear.

Say no bye boy
Say no bye boy
Ain't I glad I ain't married
Got no kid with these misters
But one of 'em ain't so bad
He just ghostin' cuz he sick
He scared or busy as ****
But who ******' cares
I buckle up my britches
Cigar in my mouth
If I had been a man
I woulda been

The best man.

But really.
When we take a step back
And examine it all
We call them this term
Because they wounded us
With their lack of chivalry, tenderness, sincerity
And I could write down in permanent ink
A resounding:
"Don't Let Them."
But that would all be ******* too
A hiatus?

We think and give them that name
Their guards rising and teeth grinding
The moment we pinpoint the sourness
And I don't wanna say we asked for it
That we allowed it
But didn't we a bit?

If I had been a man
I would have been the best man
I want to hiss and chant
But they are all
Just as scared
As we are
All of them.

Fucksboys
Especially.

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