Whoosh, there goes my heart, down into my chest Whoosh, there goes my stomach, sinking to the earth Whoosh, there goes my steady knees, shaking like a tree, Whoosh, there goes my bated breath, carried by a breeze The big sink is always there when you care to think
The good. The bad. The ugly All happening in the same location My bed was taken Preoccupied by sweat The bed wet I have a hot box I'll rock your socks off But only if I like you I'll get some head but you gotta be good Men made me hate *** Too fast. No pleasure I don't like to feel rushed I like it slow, hard, rough Choke me while you slide it in slow Do your best to let me know Own this cat Not too many can do that Only 2 have proven that But I took Miss Kitty back She straightened up real fast Now she hasn't had that Jaw dropping, leggin popping Ouuu can I have your babies? Nah, keep that ****** on daddy I ain't tryna be crazy Knock out *** Make sure I walk funky for 2 days I've had a lot of *** I've been high from it Some might call that addiction But it has to be the right person or its a waste of skill I want to showcase this pornstar worthy talent With someone who had magic to share with me I want to be pretzelized Push my legs back as far as they will go Make me feel it in my stomach Eat my car until tears of pure satisfaction leak from my eyes *** Sensational ecstasy 10x It's magical . As it should be.
I think The definition of being "Emotionally Unstable" Is dropping a pencil on the floor And wanting to cry Not Because of the pencil falling But the irony Of how you are able to pick up an inanimate object But unable To pick up yourself
It is Reading a book And Looking at the words Yet Not truly seeing them Rereading the first page 100 times Hoping to find the meaning That your life Seems to have lost
It is Dropping things for no reason Because you're too numb To feel your own fingers But feel too much To let go And forgive yourself
It is Worshipping the hands of the clock Like a savior As if every passing minute will bring you to a better future Not realizing that every passing minute Is a vice That never seems to loosen its hold On your consciousness
It is Writing poetry In hopes That one day You will better understand yourself Through words on a page Than through your own mind Hoping That you will no longer be a subconscious stranger Occupying your own thoughts And misleading The girl you wish to be.
Today I almost started crying In class after dropping a pen on the floor. It made me realize that no matter how long I ignore my feelings, they will never ignore me.