Why do we distort beauty? Beauty can be power, but it can also be a burden I never understood, but now I do
When we are not bestowed with it, We cage it by any and all means possible We mock those who lack it and hate those who have it
Green monsters rise in us We blur the pure with cold blacks and angry reds We blame them while we try to be them I suppose jealousy is a fickle thing
In the stories of old, they say one is blessed with beauty To gain the admirable attention of others, How it must feel to be dotted on
But then comes the curse Of having too much attention Of getting the wrong attention Of being objectified and not respected Of being catcalled in the streets and attempting to ignore crass comments and rude remarks.
Like the attention Don't like the attention To be called beautiful is such a nice thing Until it's not.
I’m sorry I wasn’t better for you. I was selfish. I wanted to feel loved, And I thought of you as my possession. Love and ownership are not the same. You were not mine to control. Being with you was a privilege, And I took advantage of it. I won't make that mistake again. The next time someone gives me their love, I won’t waste time questioning it. I’ll accept that love. And then finally, I'll truly reciprocate.
I am a possessive creature I am held together by passion Fear me when I am mad Love me when I am motivated I am a jealous creature I will love you to the moon and back Break me and I will be vengeful Kiss me but touch no other Not one stroke Not one glance I want my name tattooed on your heart Because yours is burned in my brain I am a possessive creature but so are you
I don't know. I just started writing and then this came out. When I was writing, I was inspired by the show You. Enjoy it and think what you must.
A stinging sensation Similar to that of a bunch ats having their way with you A burning unscramble itch Simlar to that of a couple bee stings The uncontrollable feeling of anger Like acid meet metal Fumes and bubbles Smoke everywhere Ready to ignite watever comes close This burning hot feeling This uncontrollable yearning for something that someone has Could it be?
An ordinary morning Noise everywhere Not wanting to get out of bed An errie feeling crept up to me Like a sense of dejavu Telling to stay down Dont get up It felt like a thousand bugs Crawling under my skin Wat i opened my eyes to Is this the reason why u shouldn't check your phone in the mrng? Could this feeling be wat i think?
Wait.....it could be it But why I hve no reason to be We never had anything to begin with Then why does my heart feel like this Like a rag doll..... bound in twine Untill the thread is almost cutting in Then like a yoyo Thrown around only to come back to the thrower to be thrown again Like a soccer ball being passed around teammates Only for the striker to give it a more powerful kick Every second i looked The string got tighter And as i closed my eyes in thought I could taste blood in my mouth What irony My head laughed But only the sound of gritting teeth could be heard As i endured the tugs froms my hrt Yes this was it Its the conclusion i came to Yes indeed It was jealous