When I was 16,
I discovered the world of partying,
This self-destructive lost world,
Drugs, afters.
I met a boy,
We met when he came back
from his stay in London
At first sight,
I wasn't interested in this boy
I remember,
He was always texting me
I didn't reply much
It took me a while to reply
Because to be honest
I wasn't interested in this person
It wasn't love at first sight,
We started hanging out together,
partying,
sharing difficult moments,
We lived together with drug addicts,
which weakened me and
I had this lack of affection and
I quickly became attached to him,
I realise that I was vulnerable, sensitive and susceptible to influence given that
I am bipolar,
I feel things and emotions 100 times more.
I think I was emotionally dependent on him and
he took advantage of that
(it's one of the symptoms of my illness).
I became attached to him
until I fell in love
It took me years to get over him
I was a girl who didn't like herself
Anyway, to get to the point,
I realised that I was better than that
That this person didn't reflect who I am.
And we didn't have anything in common
It wasn't my style, whether it was
or my style of dress.
But despite everything I fell in love with him.
I find it strange and I have the impression
that he did something to me
But today I have been purified
Cleansed of everything that isn't part of God
(Spells, witchcraft, etc)
I'm not accusing him of having done anything to me.
But I finally realise what
an extraordinary person I am.
The only thing that made me realise
this was that he didn't respect me,
he stayed with my cousin who's like my sister for 3 weeks
(it's as if I slept in the same bed as her brother for 3 weeks).
We don't touch family.
Then he started seeing my best friend,
my reason for living. My only friend and
for that I'll never forgive him.
Obsession became DISGUST.
I know that during our relationship
he cheated on me. At least I've seen (irrelevant) photos that prove he was in a hotel with an old girlfriend of mine.
Anyway, I wanted to share this with you.
I just wanted to say that my little girl dream didn't come true. I was wrong about this person.
But that's life, we have our experiences and we learn from our mistakes, but the wheel turns.
I think he ruined part of my life.
He must not have loved me to be like that.
I admit that I got even. I've done things that aren't as bad as him. I had an affair with a friend of his but he hadn't been his friend for years.
And I'm not going to say what I did,
but I don't regret anything because
I didn't deserve any of it.
I know that my Prince Charming is hiding somewhere.
It took me years to understand that I am a treasure.
What does injustice have to do with justice?
There was no peace in our relationship,
We didn't share the same beliefs, the same values, we didn't share the same faith.
If someone doesn't share the same faith as you,
Why waste your time?
That relationship was leading me away from God, that relationship was leading me into sin, that relationship was leading me into temptation.
I'm speaking for you too,
If your relationship leads you away from the word of God, that relationship is not from God.
I wasn't happy in my relationship, I felt deep down that I wasn't fulfilled and I had this impression that this person loved me for my beauty, especially when I was thin. I couldn't enjoy the relationship, I was constantly unhappy.
I was constantly stressed in the relationship and this person wasn't teaching me anything or giving me anything. I was becoming paranoid.
Perfect love banishes fear. A relationship is not supposed to bring fear.
if one day he reappears and
he wants me back
he'll have to be prepared to change
Stop taking drugs
And start looking after himself
I believe in God
I know you have to learn to forgive
But it's going to be hard
He'll have to row
Because I have so many choices
I'll never take the first step again
And above all I need a man
who believes in God
otherwise next
I have more time to waste
xoxo kassie ⋆♱✮♱⋆

This turkey pardon is nonsense,
Clearly symbolic.
But people seem to
No longer grasp the extent
To which that symbolism goes.
The gobblers which we free,
Where do they go?
To live out their lives in solitude
On a quiet reserve.
The rest?
Well, we just put them to death
Enshrined in a yearly ritual slaughter.
Nothing like that situation of the natives
When we boil off all the water..

And you may say,
"You think of it too much,
Sign to it too much importance."
But I say you think too little
And too small.
You think of all the easements
As entitlements
And not ones which we took
Through invasion and subjugation.

Dumpers
The gal with the **** cannon
Let’s one rip a right good ****
You can smell it from here
It smells of baked beans
And mushy peas plus cabbage
I wonder what it’s like
When she takes a dump?

**** Mucus

The alternative man liked an **** massage

Getting his sphincter muscle lovingly relaxed

This allowed his **** mucus to flow with love

Every time he took a dump in the royal throne room

Pushing a curly big **** with S turns in it out

Plopping into the bowl like a fish back in a pond

The masseur did the best **** massage

It was only money and it all got soothed

Green enjoying his ******* massage

Making sure he produced mucus to ****

That and regular sphincter muscle work outs

With a ******* ***** and American *******

It’s really hard to be sweet, loving, and kind
After I found out the man I love is no longer just mine.
He’s a man who loves the women of the streets,
A man who doesn’t even clean his own sheets,
Who I believed had once swept me off my feet
Really, he swept underneath my feet
Eternally cursing me.

I’m nothing coming through.
A ******, a let down.
I’m a plan turned mistake.
I slipped out into a world to be forgotten in it.
Cold, slimy, smelly, and stupid.

I’m the putty they use to fill the gaps of history.
The time between now and when.
A time where something, anything happens.
Walk on me, I’m here to move you on.

It feels as though we’re nearing the end.
Centuries before, fate was branded.
In its burned flesh we made our mark.
It’s come time to slaughter.
But we’ll be the squealers.

I’m coming through into nothing.
A mother abused by her young.
******* dry and sagged from their greed.
Fat, weak, and stupid now from gluttony.
Next winter will bring their snuffing.

So pull me out.
This pink portal.
Into somewhere I belong.
The nowhere we are right now.
The nothing we’re going to be.