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I called and called,
Yet he still fought,
Threw me to the side and stepped on top,
Punched my nose, and made me bleed,
Come back, it's me was all i said.

I pointed the gun at him,
But I couldn't pull the trigger,
So I pointed it at my forehead and fell,
He knelled down and held it, steady.

There was nothing in his eyes,
Nothing but blankness,
I held his head in my hands,
Come Back, it's just me, I said.

It's just me, I repeated,
His hand on the trigger
**** me now, I said,
Then he looked away.

Look at me, I called,
And finally a soft Tris escaped his mouth,
I relaxed,
He was back,
He pulled away the gun from my head slowly,
Then he turned around and faced the enemy.
Tobias (Four) and Tris (Beatrice Prior)
It looked me in the eye,
I stared back,
"Are you not afraid of me?" it said,
"No."

"In fact, I was waiting for you"
"Were you?"
"Rid me of this pain, this agony"
"Why?"
"I have no love. No heart. I am heartless. It is a curse. **** me"

Then the monster started crying.
And stole my breath away.
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
Caz
my mine
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
Caz
god, what would i give
what would i give just to kiss you again
“our combo move”
“our thing”
to kiss you
to kiss you and bite your lip til you groan
bite your tongue til you **** in that breath
**** in that breath and surge forward
push me into the mattress
kiss me til we’re both breathless
breathless on us

god, what would i give
what would i give to touch you again
touch your beautiful skin
trail my tanned fingers across your pality
kiss your chest
your stomach
anywhere i can reach,
                                    though you hate yourself
                                    though you think you’re chubby
                                                          ­                            (you’re not)

i just want to tug on your hair again
that blooming copper blush
my little male empusa
my charmander
my charizard
                     (better than a dragonite, no matter what you say)

im not one for changing opinions
but id do anything to have you back in my arms
to stretch my arms across your wide back, those muscles you work so hard for

god, you’re still mine

you’ll always be mine

“only if you want to
it’s a deal”

its a stupid deal
how dare you ask me that
how dare you

i want to **** on your neck like the first few times until the bruise blossoms
that tag
that label
“Mine.”

i am no poet
i am no artist like you
but one day i will write you
etch your name into the paper
as i wish you’d etch your love into my skin
as you used to
28th Nov 2014, shakespeare invented words ok so can i shut up
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
Caz
MOVING ON
 Nov 2014 Anonymous
Caz
i had a plan to write you a poem with lyrics from phantom of the opera
but after talking with you last night i realised

i need to let you go.

So this is it.

This is my attempt at moving on.

I will forget your lies.
Forget the moments of bliss where you’d stop and stare.
Try not to think of the love that shone through your beautiful eyes
                                                            ­                                            (windows to your beautiful soul)
I’ll not think of the tender sighs,
the sweet breaths,
those words of sentiment and enchantment

I did learn to love you.
You made me love you.
And then you moved on.

It’s my turn now.
Not even a week, but like you said.

“Don’t dwell on it.”

How could I not, when you were my first?

But I’ll try.
For you.
My red-head phantom.
But most importantly?

*For me.
29th Nov, 2014
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