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Impulsive, passionate,
Intelligent and baffled,
She runs from aspirations out of reach.
Lovely and wistful.
Overwhelmed, fragile.
She hides from all the things she cannot hide.
Broken and crying.
Melancholy, stubborn.
She grasps at like and lust to ease the pain.
Willful and driven.
Determined, secure.
She loves illusions, holds them to her breast.
It’s a building nausea,
from the bottom up.
I feel it coming on,
my face begins to flush.
Eyes watery with rejection,
mouth dry with jealousy.
Hands shaky with anger,
stomach churning violently.
You knew that I was fragile.
You had to know I’d break.
 Nov 2013 Victoria Isabel
Anna
Candle-lit it feels nice
Nights
Start to lace themselves with
Cyanide-
Another boy,
Another bed
But jesus ****
The first is still stuck in my head.
 Nov 2013 Victoria Isabel
Dee
breaking apart piece by piece out of me the toxins leak the emptiness only happiness seeks tears of poison what I weep praying to god to let me sleep wondering why only sadness I keep why do things always get so steep how can the blind light try and seek how can the voice I not have speak how can I yell when my powers meek this gets so deep the unbearable feelings piling up by the heap nobody to pull me out from my self doubt nobody to stop the destruction of what I consider a malfunction in the obstruction of my heart and my brain no pain receptors to feel the pain nothing to lose nothing to gain and so I sit here with disdain wondering when I joined this game all the control I had has already been slain I wonder now many times I've been chained to the magnitude in which I'm reigned into feeling just how much I've gone insane puncture me so I can finally be drained of the poison that illy flows through my veins
 Nov 2013 Victoria Isabel
Chris
I took my time today.
I walked the way I used to walk with you,
not worrying about where the next step took me.
I missed two buses.
I got home half an hour late.
Or early.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
everything is relative.
Next week will be this week.
Yesterday is already tomorrow.
I’ve always heard that time is cruel;
too quick when you want it,
too slow when you don’t.
I’m not really sure what to think anymore,
because it’s been three months,
but I still think about you every day.
Do remember what you said
I do
You told me
You were never going to hurt me
Here we go again
Break up
Make up
It's time for me to wake up
I guess its time to call you out
Look how many times you've let me down

Were you the one who said I was beautiful?
That I was perfect
Amazing
Worth fighting for, Yeah totally
When you wanted something.  
And please
Don't say one more word
Or I might go crazy

Things used to be different
What happened to that?
It just stopped
Everything just stopped
Because you saw how weak I was
How vulnerable I was
You knew that if you could get me to trust you
You could get anything you wanted

I'm here to tell you that **** is over
Because I finally opened my eyes
And I need to forget you
Because a bad boy isn't good for me
I'm holding back the tears in my eyes
And you say you wanna fight
For me
But I never see you fighting it through
And I guess you'll never realize what you've got
Until it's gone
Because I am not a charity award
And I am definitely no ones
******* toy.

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