"dayum" poems
Dear almost lover,
I think I know why we were never complete
Why for you,
I felt so deep
but it never could be true.
It never worked because
you didn't love you.
When two love they give their all.
But you were vacant
Perhaps that's the cause?
So this is my letter to you
I'll tell you why I loved you.
You. were. so. bad.
The good kind of bad.
You carried yourself in a fearless manner.
I'm not sure if it was an act.
I was scared
and you would just do it
you never cared.
Yet, you cared so much
I liked it.
But you didn't show it enough.
So it kept me wanting more
you kept me guessing
what all of you was for.
Where your sensitivity stemmed from
Why you kept your empathy shunned?
But then there were those moments
you would give me some sort of
atonement.
You would open up, you would be fumin
It felt so human.
I don't know how to explain it all.
But for some reason I thought you were beautiful.
Or should I say handsome
because those looks. Dayum.
But I'm really talking about your soul.
Your soul saw everything,
I would run away but I'd be stuck
on its melody.
Your soul felt me
and made me feel myself.
But I guess it never really saw everything.
You needed just a little help
because you never saw you.
So you couldn't love me blind
But if I'm deaf
and wrong
Maybe have a melody
for a different song.
If you really saw the wonders of you
while our love wasn't true
Then I hurt and I feel better.
Because I'd rather you know
your wonders
than you be unaware
of your lighting
and only see your thunder.
So, simply you could've
just never loved me.
But I loved you.
and I hope you loved you too.
Yours truly,
No sincerely,
No, thats not the closing.
From me?
No.
Love,
me.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
One time, Monopoly got ******
Of all the board games, not the one you’d expect to get x rated
Hungry Hippos seems more ******
Or holdem, or Don’t Wake Daddy
Although that one would be pretty ****** up
But anything’s ****** when you have a woman like that as admin
She’ll turn morning cartoons into a pornhub episode
She hass a vendetta against the boring normal
The color of her hair matched the fire in her eyes
The curves of her hips matched the fury that moved them
As ruthless as she was beautiful
Yet her armor was breaking, I could see many dents and cracks
But she brushed it off, and just looked at me with a sinister face
Her fingers danced across the board
Her body moved to the music in the background
She’d lick her fingers before grabbing a card
Everything she did was planned
She knew I was watching
I knew she was in control
She’d lean over the table to expose beneath her shirt
And if her piece, ended up near my end of the board?
The torture began
And she started dancing around my mind
Her *** was center stage
Her body filled with my fantasies
I was her leftover toy
And she loved treating me like a board game
Something to toss around for fun
Her sinister intentions made my face red
I was an experiment that she treated like pre funding
I was not a person, I was a subject
Her target, her new trophie
She was clearly into abuse
I don’t judge fantasies, but dayum
I melted in her hand
She turned it up to eleven
I stopped paying attention to the game
And she started winning
“I own that property, now you owe me something…”
I look at her dumbfounded
Her leg brushes mine, and she reveals a ***** little secret
Something she’s not wearing underneath
I hear her mom doing dishes in the kitchen
I look at her with doubt
She smiles like a movie villain
And bites her tongue with evil excitement
She dances on my tongue like champagne bubbles
Her fingers dance like a spider across my leg
And it doesn’t even creep me out
She uses her tongue like a toothbrush
She grabs me so hard I lose my breath
Forces my hands onto her
I hear her mother’s footsteps
“You can’t be serious…” I whisper
“It’s more fun this way” she giggles gleefully
She pulls away just as her mother enters the room
She tells her mom we have to leave for a study group
We leave the game unfinished
She grabs the stick shift with her hand, and my ear with her teeth
She whispers, “Let’s get crazy tonight…”
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
When you look at me you call me beauty,
When I hear the words, beautiful, hot, **** dayum girl you lookin fine!
I roll my eyes like bowling ***** down the alley rolling, rolling,
Boom go the pins of thanks, thank yous and you are too kind,
Like a snake I smile and hiss and slither along and all you see is the skin I shed,
When all I wish to do when such words are used to convey and display how I portray my outer skin,
Is to scream I am NOT capital N-O-T beautiful or any fucking such **** for it has been tattooed on my skin in deep purple mirror cracks and stained silver that I am N-O-T,
So please excuse me if I do not thank you the next time you label me these graceful words of which I am not.
An anonymous girl ©
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC