I laugh a little when I recall your teasing words:
"Do not fall in love with me."
What a joke. You idiot,
don't you know it is human nature to defy?

In hindsight I should have listened
but instead I gave you everything I had.
You said it first, lulled me into comfort with
"I love you."
The taste of those words became my favorite treat.
The feel of your body on mine was a dangerous thing.

Of course it wasn't long before it began to sour for you,
while only growing sweeter on my tongue.
I was (and still remain) so ******* in love with you.
But as is typical, I was too much for you
And you left me feeling grey
and wanting
and disposable.
Do you know what it feels like to be disposable?

It really is too bad
that you cannot love as well
as you can ****.

The flies have begun to swarm me as they always do.

Gran says it’s because I’m sweet

but I know better;

they seek my rotten core.

I am a book under gilded cover

with the pages all maimed and bloodied;

some angry child tore at me

when I cut the fingers of the *******.

I am thoroughly interested in becoming your fiction of choice.

Fiction: because I’ll lie to keep you

happier than you deserve.

My prerogative is to capture you and let you go

as soon as you’re dependent.

I’ve always adored wrecking pretty things like you.

I am the sound you seek,

sharp on the mind like the buzzing

of the lights in your office

that no one ever fixes.

You yearn to dream because in your sleep

I am a petal-soft and lovely thing

that will coddle you like a miracle child,

my hand caressing your little baby face.

Then comes the jolt of awareness

and you find my fingers at your throat,

squeezing just enough to scare you a little.

I need you to know that you are mine and that I own you.

Your youth is the light that flashes in my too-large pupils.

I swear to God I am going to eat. you. alive.

You lovely creature.

You gorgeous, hypnotic thing.

I will crack you open and drink you like life

and you will learn to beg for the sensation.

Now is when you should run, pet.

-S

Remember that guy,
Yea the one who I said made me feel all this love inside;
Well he ******* lied,
He played with my mind,
I should of known after seeing several bad signs;
Never did I ever think he would or could do that to me,
He ******* cheating on me,
He thought I wouldn't see;
I'm too smart to not have found out,
He thought I would believe his words without a doubt?
Nah my intuition
is far beyond his cognition;
So I got up and did better,
To not value me is something I won't except, never;
So **** his love,
**** all those fake hugs;
They mean nothing now,
What he did to me was ******* foul;
I have no losses,
because in this situation I was faultless;
I just hope I'm not having his baby,
Because to have two ******* pregnant now that ***** crazy;
It's too bad
he lost the best life he could of had;
As for me I'm unbreakable,
And he's now erasable.
-E.G

we were bestfriends before
but not anymore
the feelings that i've grown to you
is the reason why i got torn.

you said you love me. But you did it for a game.
right now i feel so ashamed.
what happened to our friendship?
is it too late to fix it?

come on let's talk about this.
and just get over it.

You played my heart
When I didn't know
That you were a coward
An award of aloofness
One that you wore along
That robe you hang on to

You played my heart
When I gave my all
My sincerity and core
A naive genuineness
One that I wear on my soul
The one you rolled downhill

You played my heart
When emotions strangled
My struggles to balance
As I closed off from love
The chorus of bluntness
The song you taught me

You played my heart
When you needed a muse
A bold and beautiful image
To ****** your taxed brain
A goal to hear me fall hard
As I lost guard of my life and all

You played my heart
When I felt I was going crazy
Effused with pain and cold
Strained and stressed
Lost in a jungle of the lonely
Gifted with battles and concepts

You played my heart
Then made me learn hard
That I was stronger than I was
That I was unique and visioned
That I was a capable phenomena
Able to pass on the pressed alleyway

I’m not a pile of shattered glass on the hard floor, beyond repair.
I’m a broken record that repeats repeats repeats the same memories of you

I’m not a river of silent tears streaming down a burning hot face.
I’m a restless night and a mysteriously swollen lip in the morning

I’m not a shaky voice on the verge of crumbling.
I’m a mindless ramble and a laugh that’s too loud.

I’m not the bitter taste of liquor on the back of your throat or the harsh feel of cold night air on bare skin or the glare of streetlights on wet pavement at 2AM
I’m an oversized t-shirt that’s probably not warm enough to sleep in when the temperatures at night dip too low, but it would be if you were here but you’re not and it was the only thing that wasn’t on the floor and I’m too caught up in you to clean up me so I’m an oversized t-shirt that isnt warm enough on its own but is trying.

And you aren’t trillions of shards shooting through my stomach when I hear your voice all the times we walk by eachother as strangers on the streets.
You’re a slight pressure on my mind, everywhere I go.

We weren’t anything of significance.
We weren’t raw throats or bloodshot eyes or holes in the wall.
But, neither were we a hot cup of coffee on cold fingertips.

We weren’t some tragic love story.

You were just a tired boy with nothing to do
And I was just a girl a little too high on hopes that were too high to climb up to and I fell a little too hard and got a bit bruised on the way down.

Now you’re just a memory of selfish lips.

And I’m just a broken record.