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vanessa Sep 2014
09/17/14 - 1:15 am
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" how about you take shots off my stomach and bite my lip
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****"drip ***** down my ******* and pull my hair
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" cuddle with me and listen to depeche mode or pink floyd or the smiths
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" let me read books to you as you fall asleep on my lap
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" take me out to dinner and I don't mean somewhere fancy, hell take me to an old run down diner in the middle of nowhere and then roam the streets with me at an outdoor swap meet
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" bake cupcakes with me on a Saturday evening and watch a bunch our favorite movies
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" take me on a Ferris wheel my second favorite place in the world and look at the way the moon wakes up with me
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****" take me to a rooftop and tell me your greatest fears. Tell me exactly who you are, if you haven't already.i promise I'll remember. I won't be like your dad and forget your birthday. I won't be like your late sister who forgot to say "I love you" on her way out the door that one evening. I won't be like one of those people who forgot to tell how important you are everyday. But I will be your friend when you need it. You're conscience when your too strung out on all the wrong types of right. You're lover when all you want to do is too spoon so you don't feel lost tonight. You're shoulder to cry on when something goes terribly wrong. All I ask of you is
that you do not, "buy me pizza and touch my ****".
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vanessa Jul 2014
Every boy i kiss is a poem waiting to happen and I'm the definition of being left. They really are all the same, some of them are just better pretenders if you ask me. Take boy #1 for example I spent five years trying to find something buried inside of him but in the end all I found was dust and empty words, maybe I really did waste my time but it's too late now. Now take boy #2 he never wanted me from the start. He was all bite and no bark, he was all passion but no love, he was all sweet but had not an ounce of compassion, he was everything I never wanted and yet I couldn't resist, although he taught me that my body is nobody's toy, nobody's temple,and nobody's property, except my own and in the end the only regret I have is the rush he gave me under my skin. Now take boy #3 he made me feel half alive, he brought back some light in my eyes however in the end it felt like I was on the brink of insanity he only taught me that even sunshine doesn't last long. Now take boy #4 he was a real gem, a master of disaster if you ask me. He made me believe in love again however he was quick to cut the cord and walk back to his past. I guess I learned even saints can be sinners sometimes.

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vanessa Jul 2014
Don't trust boys with maddening hunger and hazel specked eyes i guarantee you there's a monster behind that mask, don't let him sweet talk years of your life away, he's insanely good at it. Don't let him ****** your mind so he can put you in a closet for when he wants you.
Don't trust boys with glasses and slouchy shoulders, his heart is cold and his mind is tilted, believe me he's not worth the fight save yourself the trouble and walk away before he tears you in two.
Don't trust boys with lip piercings and dusty hearts, he'd run back to his drug of choice if given the chance and I promise you no matter how much you pray, it won't be you. He'll take your last breath before you have a chance to scream, don't you dare let him run away with your voice, he may have left you breathless but I swear to god he is poison.
Don't trust boys with bruises and curly hair, there's no telling how deep his wounds are and no matter how much you beg and plead and cry and howl at the moon that this wasn't suppose to happen he'll walk away too, he won't be able to close the door to his past. Believe me it will hurt like hell, some days it will feel hard to get out of bed. But this is exactly why you should not trust boys with whirl winds in their eyes and daggers in their fingertips and this is exactly what they will do to you. I would know, because it happen to me.

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vanessa Jul 2014
When I met him, I met the first boy who would drive me insane, and when he left me I couldn't think straight for 5 years. Sometimes I hate him, sometimes I would kneel at his feet, sometimes he still haunts me.
Then I met a boy who rolled along gravel for longer hours than he could ever stay in his own home and when he left me and I didn't leave my house for a week. He used my body for his sick little games of cat and mouse and never once considered what this would all do to me. I got very sick sometime in January because of his constant ridicule and the jokes of others, they put me on meds for stress related pain. I'm glad I don't ever have to see him again. The sight of him makes me want to *****.
Then after him I met a boy who loved the way I wrote but was not intellectual in the slightest and when he left me I cried for five days and two months. He chose a lover of longer years over someone who saw sunshine in his eyes, however I guess I just didn't examine the dust in his heart. Maybe I should've looked closer. Would that have saved me?
And then sometime later, I met you, I thought I found the one who meant his every word and he was better than all 3 handsome devils combined. You called me you're little sunflower and said I made you feel human. But when you left me I realized that you were nothing but a liar, a pathetic piece of boy who I only found attractive because of what I thought he could see inside me a boy who told all the sweetest of lies when really all along he was just like the rest. You left me for the same reason as the last, however none of these boys have captured my attention so profoundly, now I really do feel lost. You said you'd be there whenever I needed you, and well it's 4:04 am and I'm crying my eyes out and I feel like gagging up my memories. Where are you? I need you.
Where are you when I need you?


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vanessa Jul 2014
7/10/14 // 1:50 am

I looked at his pictures and I didn't really feel as mad as I used to be looking at the first boy I ever loved be happy, I didn't really get jealous of her, I got jealous because he had the person that makes him happy next to him and I don't. That was my sad realization. I didn't get angry seeing him be happy, I got angry knowing I'm not. I've always felt that he was better than me, in every aspect of life. Ability to have long relationships, School, Morals, Life. And then I thought about you, and how you made me feel better about all that, you didn't make me feel like I was at war, you made me feel at peace for the first time in my 5 years of sacrificing my love and devotion to a boy who only runs to me when he has the time. You're not him, you'll never be him. But I'm so glad you're you and I'm so so so glad I have met and had the pleasure of caring so deeply about someone as magnificent as you. Even if you left me in the dark like everyone else. You made me feel like I mattered. I know more than anyone it's possible to love someone in only two weeks and sure when you said it, it freaked me out but now that you're gone, that's all I want to tell you. I think I'm falling in love with you too. But I know it's too late.


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vanessa Jun 2014
8:43 AM // 6/27/14

I don't know what it is about you but you make me feel something I've only seen in movies, you know how right before the big finale there's an uproar, a ******, a point of no return, or the kiss of a lifetime? Well you make me feel that in every inch of my bones, right down to stubs of my toes, you're smile sends chills down my spine although I have never been a fan of the cold you make my heart melt. When I hear your voice telling me all these sweet things I've heard millions of times before for the first time in a long time my gut is telling me to trust it, to trust you. Although letting people in has never been hard for me letting people go is what seems to be the hardest, I guess nobody bothers reading the fine print anymore, although mine clearly states that "I am an enigma of joy that will always put your needs before my own and shower you with affection even when the world is being cruel, I'll be the sun beam that shines through your window even though you haven't seen the sunshine in quite a few years and last but not least I will love every bit of you...even the parts you thought nobody ever could" so when you embrace me I hope you don't break me, by that I mean my heart, it's paper thin although I miss it being my favorite shade of purple velvet, oh yeah and that's another thing: skin. I love the feel of your skin, the way you ran your fingers in a circle along my lower back like geometrics and finger painting were your best hidden talents. the first day I met you i layed on your chest and listened to the rumble of your heart beat while the grogginess of our stomachs sang an entirely different tune, I guess we found even more things in common. So far I have found so many things I can't wait to love about you including every weird fetish and habit even if I have yet to witness it. Like the way your voice sounds when you sing and if you sing in the shower and if your favorite song changes every week or hey maybe you've had the same anthem for years now or how your laugh escalates and falls as you laugh at your own inconvenience or what you do with your hands when all you have to hold is air or if you pout your lip when you get upset ((like me)) or if you even do anything at all when you get upset, I want to learn why you love certain words even if it's just because of the way you pronounce them and what shows you still love to watch on Saturday mornings, do you even have breakfast on Saturday mornings or are you still dead asleep till noon breaks? What hand do you write with and how big your handwriting is, do you like letters and if so, how often can I write you one? Do you mind if I ramble or even tell you about the color of the sky or even coffee shops I've never set foot in. Do you value moments or are you a fan of the bigger picture, do you analyze things and if you don't then, i totally don't notice how tight you grip my hips when i kiss you too hard or how cute you look when you squint your eyes... if not then i am sorry for noticing these things. How often do you like to cuddle and if your not in the mood we can just lock pinkys, that'll be enough. Do you scare easily and if you do, pick a movie that scares the living hell out of you just so I can see how you let your emotions effect you, do you pick your nose when no one is looking or do you think that's gross (because if you do I so DON'T do that). I want to know what tv shows make you laugh and what food makes you happy and what things make you sad, does anything scare you and if so is it something cliche like the El Chupacabra or is it something more serious like what cereal you wanna buy tonight or the future or heck even dying because whatever it is everyone's afraid of something, I can't blame you for being human.  Are you ticklish? do you like nose kisses? can I use you as a pillow or a chair when I'm too lazy to move an inch Do you like silence or would you rather talk until sunrise, whichever is fine with me. I'll listen to sound of your voice or the sound of your breathing as long as I get to hear it forever.  

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vanessa May 2014
12:14 am // 5/13/14
Everyone has a breaking point
Everyone has an addiction
And I guess letting him go was easier than admitting I had a problem, It was easier than admitting I'm going insane without him by my side  
Swallowing a pill every night just to be able to sleep was easier than laying awake thinking of everything you should've said, instead
Singing in the shower was easier than admitting that with each word your heart was breaking only to be held together by loose strings and his faint cries of "I'm sorry",quite frankly that's all he's ever had to say. With each month that goes by I keep telling myself "it'll get easier don't cry" but each time i try he's right where I left him in the hollows of my mind he's taken root and I can't shake him loose, he's still there, somewhere inside me, he's clawing at my ribcage and filling my lungs with air, begging to be let back into the one place he seeks refuge from all past wounds... only he's not shining quite as bright maybe it's because I haven't watered him in a while maybe he's dying without my love and affection, you know the one he hated?, the one he took for granted?, I don't know if his faint whispers mean he's miserable or wishing me well, although he's always had a way with words and although his hands have always managed to entangle me once more I'm not sure i want to let him win anymore, I don't know what I'm saying, I'm delusional at best, but all I know for now is this is our love test and I wish I could say this goodbye wouldn't be for good i really hope it isn't although it's getting easier without him, it'll be the hardest goodbye I've ever known.

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