walking towards something that you don't believe in, seeking the non-existent possibility. Love. You say that I'm beautiful that you want every last part of me. But if that is true, why am I left out in the dark calling your name? You've abandoned me, to suffer a perpetual existence between being happy in love or left to live without it. You know I won't leave you, so you put me on your shelf to be taken out on your rainy days, because, to you, my love is simply a toy to play with. Those rainy days are my best, being played with and getting your attention makes me soar. It gives me hope that maybe, someday, I won't be put back on the shelf. That my love will be enough for you. And until that day, or the day I break, I will sit happily on your shelf, collecting dust Waiting for my love to be returned by you in it's fullest. My one and only.
You taste sweet
Like chocolate kisses and fresh raindrops You're a warm ray of sunshine Tickling the cooled skin on my arms And my quivering lips You're a soothing melody for when I can't sleep You're all the things I want to keep When I was a child he was my plaything The teddy bear that I cuddled with And the mirror that I used When I wanted to learn how to kiss He is the the song that played on repeat in the back of my mind The hard piece of bubblegum that cost only a dime You are my future He is my past He was the first But darling, you are the last
punishment, not fit
for a velvet plaything treated like lobotomized dogs vast vivid wilderness of pain will you ever see through the fog the wretchedness I adore in my head, eternal hell taken for granted our prizes are mounted the hypocrisy we deplore punishment not fit for a mangled heart blisters these hands twitch to be found, all is lost to start feel the nervous itch
to control freak This will be a duel Your hand in my hair Using me as your tool Youll tell me What to do Ill manipulate The scene Youll be the cruel master But youll never Be mean I can play the kitten Harmless Just wanting to play And then youll Lose control From the ***** things I say
Have you felt being needed?
It’s great, it adds to your ego But what if it’s too much And nothing’s true anymore. I’m there when you need me But when I need you, you’re gone Your selfish egotistical self Never repaying your debt. Now, I've decided No longer would I be used I’m not your dummy anymore You’ll learn to live when I’m gone.
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