#friendswithbenefits
You say I'm messy,
like you don't drop paint at my feet.
You say I'm toxic,
like you don't enjoy what you see.
You say we're platonic,
like you don't think about your hands on my skin.
You say we're just friends,
like I dont catch you lingerin'.
You wait 'til we're alone
to tell me what's confined in your mind.
You try to hide it
until your mouth is too close to mine.
But I see your eyes drop, even just for a split,
that look on your face, the moment you slip.
And hey, I'd put all the blame on you if I could—
But truth be told, my scales tip as I think of the what-ifs.
A one-time thing?
Let’s run it back, icl I crave your lips.
We said we were done, but never got the memo.
Crash out if someone else walked in-
are you feeling my tempo?
I hold back, but only 'cause I know you won’t,
we're on the same wavelength
though we act like we don't-
know each other, in front of others.
And maybe that's the problem- perhaps that's the pull,
the rush of it all,
it's a mess, it really is. You and I, what we do.
Behind closed doors, in hushed voices,
our minds are one, pretending to be two.
But you know what? you're right.
I am messy, I am toxic.
You're only sometimes platonic.
But at least when it’s quiet, and it’s just us on our own,
we don’t hide or look away.
and yeah, the love is real—
We got each other, no matter the day.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
Kisses in the car didn’t seem to reach as far as I thought they would
The taste of you was sweet but only for a while
*** in the dark didn’t seem to light the spark that I hoped it might
A backseat romance dead on arrival
Your hands on my skin wouldn’t let me win this game that we were playing
I rolled the dice anyway
Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 6:35 AM UTC
We hug
We kiss
We cuddle
In bed
We were just friends
We made out
To him
We were having ***
To me
We were making love
I was his friends with benefits
But he was my lover
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Apparently my “no”
Was not as strong as your
“I want to”.
Why can you push
And push
And push
Yourself onto me
But if I try to
Kiss you gently on the neck
You tell me you’re
“Not in the mood”
And push me away
When I gently stroke your cheek.
So why are you allowed to say
You don’t want to
And force me away,
But when I try to
Tell you no- because
Having you inside of me
Feels like knives
On the inside-
You tell me
“It will be quick”
And
“I’ll try not to hurt you”
And that is the end
Of that conversation.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
I love you. You are beautiful and the most adventurous person I know. You make my life exciting and I’m glad I got to know you. I can’t wait for our next adventure or at least to scream out school song at each other again. Our friendship is alpha friendship!
Sincerely,
Your very messy other half <3
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
I do not care how long it lasts
As long as you make my heart beat fast
Clip my wings, I will fall,
Do not let me crash or hurt at all
Do you love me enough to ensure I am safe?
If you do not then please just say
It does not matter if our feelings don't match
To your body I will not get attached
As long as I expect our romance to fail
It will not hurt when our passion grows stale
I cherish each second we're not apart
I'll give all my love but not my heart
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
I want to fall into you,
but you'd rather ****** into me.
And that may be reconcilable for a second
or two
or three.
You turn late nights into later mornings--somewhere exploring skin as if there's no one else,
daring me to bring earthquakes to our footing on common ground that makes me
want to crash into you.
Yet you only plunge into me for an hour
or two
or three.
And I still push closed doors open in my hopeful head
while you can't conceive the thought of us-- or even me--
without the sheets from my bed
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
i do not wish to
soak
bathe
swim
immerse
linger
in
your scent.
for it is a reminder that you are not mine.
when you are done,
you leave me behind.
your scent,
in the place I sleep.
your scent,
suffocating me.
a reminder that we,
play for no keeps,
just our scents,
smothered in sheets.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
Your body is an addiction
You cause oceans
Cause explosions
Cause emotions
Bring love potions
Know the motions
Fight the feeling
Keep me reeling
Got me stealing
Just dope dealing
I'm not healing
Your body is an addiction
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Tensions high,
like broken kite strings,
reaching further away,
escaping the empty earth
in your arms.
Creeping chatter,
pouring inky letters,
in runny messes
all over my hands,
feeling bruised by you;
the sting, the slap
as leaking words
drip drip drip
from your mouth,
the broken tap.
I’m tired.
I’m so tired of hearing
soft
whispered yearnings
scratching the back of your throat.
Desperation, loneliness?
You beg with the croon in your tone,
you play along like the gentle little
sweetling,
a songful, humming love,
all warm in cupped hands.
In all this time,
this achingly long time
I’ve played as your neat little trick;
the showman’s trusty pet,
small dove flying
as soon and only when you release me.
String caught up around my waist,
I’ll never fly too far.
As I walked away,
that night with the moon trailing my form,
and pooling in pillows cradled in my soft footsteps,
you watched my back
stretch lean and tall and
stand
away from you.
You looked back,
it was the moon shifting through my hair,
when I turned to notice
a head shake,
a blink in the empty settling air you left behind.
….Drip….drip….drip,
you leak all those notions I wished you
would one day say,
those heart-melting flatteries,
desirable admissions,
I’m the only one you want,
to keep you satisfied,
keep you going and touching and loving
and exploring and breaking,
until your other girl comes home.
You ask and plead and return,
lapping and licking in my arms,
wanting my form so bad again;
you cry for all the fun in the world,
but this time, it just can’t.
You’re just my broken tap.
You’d need to stop dripping ***** water one day.
You’d need to stop echoing around me at night,
cradling myself to keep my strength enough
to say no to what I wanted and got for so long.
But you’re just my delicate and lovely broken tap.
I’ll always love you somehow, and feel so dangerous,
intoxicating and breathtaking
as you made me so.
You showed me so.
But I can’t wait for you to cease on your own.
Pull me round with you, wait for you,
tossed like an empty drink because of you.
Maybe
I just need to let you
let me go.
Like I cried to let you go first.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
I always thought I was the only one protecting my heart with these walls
But what I saw that thursday made me rethink everything I ever thought of you
For the very first time, you looked vulnurable
like you wanted to hold me
just one last time
knowing that it was the last chance for us to speak up
and simply being honest with each other
But guess what?
We didn't
You just let me walk away from you
knowing that I was moving so far away
I always thought you just used me
while I really felt something for you
It was hard in the beginning
pretending like I just wanted your body
But I was happy with everything you gave me
even if your heart was like a vault
I surrounded my heart with these thick walls
guarding it, protecting it
Because if I ever was to love like I still love you
My heart would be broken
not fixable with glue
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
I try to forget you
never felt so blue
lying in someone else's arms
trying to forget your charms
We didn't pursue a relationship
but I still can't get a grip
My feelings for you linger beneath my skin
oh God, how it feels like such a sin
I'm leaving you behind
hope to get you of my mind
Oh boy how I know there's not a chance
for you to give me one last dance
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
ingredients | serves: 1
three nights spent in a haze wrapped around each other before the fog lifted and clarity chased the glow away
five soft smiles that were lost in the limbo between want and need
two hundred and eighty four barely-there, feather-light caresses, stolen while they were asleep
two sets of heartbeats in sync with each other
one hundred and twelve sweet nothings whispered under the safety net of darkness
one song sung to you as they nursed you back to health, already stripped and chopped
four cups of air you’ve breathed into each other
seventy two fleeting moments in which you looked up at their face and you felt your stomach churn
four tablespoons of the sweat that dripped from your bodies and seeped into the sheets that first night you touched
two willing bodies
one heart
directions | preparation: 8 months
step one
gather one of the two bodies and prop it up against the wooden chair.
step two
grab the remaining body and lean it against the doorway.
step three
don’t say anything. don’t break the spell. don’t ruin the recipe. you only have one chance at this.
step four
set the temperature to slow burn for three weeks and let it simmer.
step five
once you feel the fire in your veins hot enough to melt glass, the burning in your fingers strong enough to leave a mark, and the bubble in your throat threatening to burst, imagine yourself in a block of ice and swallow up the words that try to slip past your lips. i love you. note: do not let them out.
step six
finely crush the seventy two moments where your stomach had a mind of its own. do not let it show. you can’t afford to waste those moments.
step seven
mix in the the barely-there caresses and for each lost smile, stir for an additional week, because that’s how long you’ll be thinking of them before you even realise how much space they’ve taken up inside your mind.
step eight
pour the cups of the air you’ve shared into a blender for three nights, then mix in the sweat, and place in the fridge to chill. never let them thaw. do not hurt yourself by reminiscing.
step nine
place the heart in your hands and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze until the blood spills onto the broken chopping board that is your rib cage and then throw it away. an empty heart serves no purpose.
step ten
say your prayers and hope for the best.
you wanted a love potion, didn’t you?
you’re in luck, this will only cost your soul.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
Maybe what he felt
was nothing but a fleeting desire.
Maybe he just needed company
because he was feeling lonely at that time.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
he looked at me
“friends… with benefits?”
i turned to him
“to be friends with benefits we’d have to be friends first
other wise we’re just strangers ******* each other.”
[e.m.]
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
i sometimes think that my bones might break trying to support you
trying to hold on to something that you and I both know will never work
trying to convince you to not do the things I do
trying to dig my way through the abyss of neglect and unrecognized feelings
i often wish my hands were tied to balloons so they would be too far away to touch you
but that still wouldn't stop me
somehow your sharp words would send me back to you
nothing in this world has made me feel this way
i want to know what you mean when you tell me you love me
and why you want me to say it back
you stop yourself from feeling
so you tell me we're just friends
but
FRIENDS DON'T TOUCH EACH OTHER THE WAY WE DO.
I NEVER KNOW WHAT THE **** WE ARE BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW HARD WE TRY, WE COME BACK TO EACH OTHER.
my hands are shaking and I can't breathe
everyday I feel less like a buddy and more like a ****
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
the robber sneaks into
my space of illuminating
sadness
trying to piece together
the things that make me
tick
soon enough he thinks
he has it figured out
placing screws in the abyss,
knowing that if I tock he did
something
wrong
i want to tell him that
nothing will work
no matter how hard
he tries
my hands are broken and nothing
will ever
make them tick again
as much as they can try
as much as i'm already turning my
cogs to start again
the robber takes my broken hands
but just for a bit
"let me borrow them" he says
when he brings them back they are
rusty and used
i want to tell him that it hurts to tick,
how just because i was condoning
the robbing; i wasn't accepting it.
but i don't say a word
i just croak a broken tock
and let him rob me
all over again
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
i need someone to tell him i am a train wreck and he's headed straight for it and he's not stopping and he's destined to crash and burn hard.
i need someone to tell him he's going to get attached and his green eyes are gonna turn red and he's gonna hate me.
i need someone to stop me from ripping open his chest and snatching his heart heart and eating it whole and watch him bleed and not be sorry.
i need someone to stop me because he doesn't deserve it because i cant make myself look at those green eyes and take my hand out of his hair.
i just need someone.
he doesn't need me.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC