#lovevslust
This is so infectious
and
disgusting.
My lust becomes nothing more than a
puddle,
and you become nothing more than a
leech.
With every drop,
this mastication leaves me feeling so
incomplete
yet
engrossed.
My body becomes a walk in for your
aromanticism,
but
The leech is never
full,
it is never
satisfied,
or
appreciative.
Instead,
This leech is
greedy
over the
consumption
of my
solitude.
Tho,
despite all the
begging
or the
crying,
I still feed into all the
lies
and
desperation
because the younger optimist I used to be would have love to become the representation of
joy
and
freedom
or live with
satisfaction
as the
leech
would hopefully be nothing more
than a puddle,
and I would be nothing more
than a person.
Jaydah R
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 8:53 PM UTC
You can't repair her heart for it is too far broken,
You can't take back words that were never spoken,
You wish like hell you could change the past,
But your ****** up relationship just wouldn't last,
And now you search for yourself in the bottom of a whiskey bottle,
And you busy your mind to keep from slamming into a wall at full throttle.
Welcome to your existence after breaking such a beautiful spirit,
For making her hate love you are hereby sentenced to fear it.
So tell me dearie was it all worth it?
The mind games, sly words, and bull ****
Did you have enough fun while breaking such a kind heart?
Did you laugh as she peeled back her skin; painted with the blood within and called it art,
While she handed you her heart time and time again,
Only to watch you trample it yet keep it on a ******* chain...
So that she may never wander too far,
Did you enjoy ******* that girl's brain?
Was it really ******* worth it in the end?
I hope it was because now you can never make amends.
Enjoy your life long sentence of fearing love...
Since she's now forced to simply hate the idea of it.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC