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Teresa Reyes Apr 2015
One night I tried to get you out of my mind,
tried to think of other things
oh but how your eyes shined in the moonlight sky.
Breathtaking sight to see.
You always put my mind at ease.
How you walked towards me with a smirk on your face
that can make any girl fall.
You chose me. Out of everyone, you could've chose anyone.
I was the girl that grabbed your attention.
Girls glare at me, jealousy in their eyes.
Knowing I had you by my side, I felt indestructible.
I didn't mean to fall in love that night.
I knew I must've done something right.
I must've done something good to have someone so bad.
My kind of love.
It's the type that makes you shiver when he whispers into your ear.
The type that makes you feel anxious for his touch.
The type that makes you feel bad yourself.
Feeling beautiful for once, because of you.
You make my lips quiver, begging for one more kiss.
Although I could have as many as I want, there is no such thing as "too much."
True story that happened last night
Teresa Reyes Apr 2015
Why must I be attracted to you?
With your reputation,
with your bad habits,
with the way you touch me,
with the way you drag that cigarette.
People told me about you, hoping I would stay away.
But how can I stay away from someone as bad as you?
All the things they tell me about you won't keep me away.
It's like you're toxic, my own personal drug I use everyday.
everything.
Everything you do infatuates me.
I'm in love with you.
I love to be taken over by the thrills and excitement of doing something bad.
Bad boys, the worst kind.
It's my thing.
What makes it better?
You told me "You're forever mine."
true story
  Apr 2015 Teresa Reyes
ZL
I have missed
out on the thrills
of being a soft place
between a rock
and a hard place
which is a bad boy

I was afraid
of becoming a toy
a welcome mat,
stepped on repeatedly
covered in dirt
and worthlessness

because of fear
I found myself
held hostage to boring love
with good guys
who in the end
only proved
to be ugly lies

which led
to my beautiful cries
in the end,
I should have taken my chances
with the handsome devils
who were at least good at dancing!
Never would have believed good guys could break hearts. Guess they were never good from the very start.
  Apr 2015 Teresa Reyes
ZL
I only wish to hug you
Like lips **** a cigarette
And inhale your scent
You’re the fire I desire
I need badly to be lite.

I want to smoke you
Until my lungs ache
Until my chest caves in
With toxins and sin
drugs **** me,
but gets me high
Loving a bad boy
Is my cancer
With him I live
For him I’ll die.
Teresa Reyes Apr 2015
I am trying to be happy, normal even.
But how can I try to be something I'm not when I'm so occupied
trying to stay alive?
I don't want to go, but I keep getting pushed to try and jump off this cliff.
Do you want me gone?
Do you want me to go over the edge and free fall?
Why?
What have I possibly done to hurt you?
I'm so gone.
  Apr 2015 Teresa Reyes
Jellyfish
I'm not as strong as everyone thinks I am,*
But it's not like anyone gives a ****.
I have a constant reminder of my depression.
It rests on my wrist in a line shaped fashion.
It was somehow an accident, my mother believes.
Little does she know that it was truly my intention.

Everytime I'm out in public I pinch myself only wishing,
I would've cut deeper, maybe just an inch further.
Would I somehow keep breathing, would I be missed?
Maybe for a little while, but I doubt it would've sticked.
No one ever realises the pain until it's taken something away.
I wasn't sure how to title this, so I just put Depression. That is simply what this poem was created out of.
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