"fuckboy" poems
I want to taste jealousy on your lips when you kiss me
I want you to know that I don’t ******* need you
That there’s another guy that lives just down the street that would love to **** me any day
I want to feel like you need me to stay.
When you hold me I want to feel like you’ll never let me go
I want to know that you’re afraid of loosening you grip
Afraid that I might slip into the arm of that man down the road.
I want you to fear me.
Fear the power I have over you
The power to leave you if I ******* wanted to
I want you to know that I’m not tied down to you
And I want that to make your body shake
Like an earthquake
Afraid.
I want to feel like I have the power to make you crumble.
You had that power over me once.
Before I remembered that I was just someone for you to ****
Your own personal Vicodin,
Something to make your heart numb to the pain of her leaving you
But now your growing feelings
Becoming attached
But the time for that is past
I've been hallowed out,
***** you’re my toy now.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
what do you want?
friendship?
fuckship?
relationship?
you talk at me and I'm confused by your words
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
ring around the rosey
i heard you were a phony
ashes, ashes,
they were ******* right.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
pick up your snapback on your
way out, and use your cheap ***
compliments on the next girl. you played
your game but i played it
better. you asked me to make you
a sandwich, so i gave you
the finger. all you said was
when and where, so i’ll show you
the door. since you're not worth
the bedroom, especially when
i already have a jackhammer.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
"What are you up to?" his simple text said
"Just eating cereal and laying in bed."
"What if I was with you." He responded with ease, "I guess I'd get more cereal if i please" and that's when he said it, that simpering lad, that stupid response that makes us all mad.
My mind filled with dread,with a twist in my gut,
I picked up my phone then read "Haha,then what ;)"
"And then what?!" Shocked by his assumptious pleas,
"Leave me alone, I'm begging you please"
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he muttered those three dreaded words. Yes, I kid you not. That little *****
I opened his message that read "pic 4 pic?"
The I retorted: "No do not send your unsolicited 'pics', I can surely see past your little tricks."
And that's when things took an alarming switch
The boy with the wounded ego replied, "You're just an ungrateful *****
The very next morning, the boy put on his fedora and let out with a sign, "Why does no one like me? I am such a nice guy"
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
Kiss my bloodied lips before you go.
Remember darling, you reap what you sow.
I gave you that warning a few years ago.
So what's coming to you, you already know.
Now close your eyes and hold on tight.
I'll make it quick when I put out your light.
When you are gone, I might shed some tears.
Remembering back, we had some good years.
You chose a new ally, you made a mistake.
It won't take you long to realise he's fake.
Poetry by Kaydee
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Is he a *******
Or is he just sad?
Is he a player?
Or is he just mad?
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
You’re all alone,
Sometimes getting messages,
Sometimes not
To go on Tinder dates
And so sometimes you go.
Some go real ****
I mean it’s Tinder, dah.
But latest one goes kinda well,
And so you go with it,
You wanna settle down.
The only thing
He’s a proper *******
You read on Instagram about.
So you pretend to be a fuckgirl,
No feelings sticking out.
The exes really sense it,
You’re with another guy.
Especially, a full moon
Does something real strange,
They start to really feel that.
The exes either come in packs,
Or they don’t come at all.
They see you’re sort of happy,
So it becomes their master plan -
To ******* ruin it all.
They text, they call,
They start remembering
The nicest **** you’ve done.
They try to reach that special spot,
They’ve reached then shattered many times.
But once for all, this time for 'real'
You have decided: "I'm ******* quitting it",
"This time feelings will be nowhere near it".
So you just keep on seeing the *******
You've met on Tinder.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Kissing is a habit
******* is a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get all the pain
The guy says i love you
You believe its true
But when your tummy starts to swell,
He says 'to hell with you'
10 minutes of pleasure
9 months in pain
3 days in hospital
A baby without a name
The baby is a *******
The mother is a *****
This never wouldn't have happened
If the rubber wouldn't have torn
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Written December 1, 2015
"I feel like I'm having the same conversation with guys
Hi's turn into Bye's
lies in turn make me cry
How am I supposed to summarize all of this into one line?
I'm trying.
'Babe' and "Baby, you're the one'
But have you heard, that one means none when you're blind sided and reminded that there is other's who you'd rather be with?
And you realize, your words are myths, spitting out the syllables you just want me to hear
Pet names are nothing but music to our ears
The day-to-day conversations from dawn to dusk are intriguing
But when you really look deeply, they're just words with no meaning
A lonely tactic, a feen for something more
Until the conversation closes, for I was a bore
From here it's the same love story, the way it always tends to end
I'll get the last word, press send, and then pretend as if your lack of response doesn't hurt me,
although it's killing me inside
Then I wish upon 11:11 for you to at least come to a compromise
You'll come around the bend again, and I'll try and act strong
But strong just isn't strong enough, I've missed you way too long
The story then repeats itself, a fairy tale no one enjoys
Welcome to your 'happily ever after'
when talking to a **** boy."
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
do not be seduced by those with a reputation of a heartbreaker
do not allow them to strum on your heartstrings
because you are not someone's instrument.
do not misinterpret their charms as care or love for you
do not allow them to throw beautiful words down your throat at night
because you will wake up in the morning choking on them
and they will be nowhere to be found.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
I. you don't even know who you are yet, but you still have to stand on top of buildings and scream what you stand for. people won't hear your values unless you write it on their skin and tattoo it into their minds, so that’s what you’ll do.
II. you aren't vain or stupid for idolizing singers with blonde hair and blue eyes, because they look like you, and yet they’re strong and beautiful. it’s okay when you connect to their music then you connect to your favorite boy band. they’ll teach you how your resident ******* means nothing compared to you. they’ll teach you how to winged eyeliner, and how to put your hair in a messy bun. they’ll teach you a new love for songwriting and you’ll probably want to start playing guitar, but the biggest thing is that you relate to them and they give you confidence.
III. wear your ******* choker and straighten your hair (or leave it wavy if you’d rather). wear your dark eyeliner and cover your eyelashes with mascara. if you want to wear blue knee high socks, please do. keep your hipster shoes untied if you want. ignore the ******* who thinks you look nice but not in the right way, and go buy that dark lipstick you've been wanting for weeks.
IV. don’t trust the people that tell you Taylor Swift has too many boyfriends, and that Beyonce dances too ****** they are the people that will criticize you for wearing a crop top and ripped jeans. they’ll pull you out of math class to change out of your short shorts, and you’ll be forced to watch as the boys you were ‘distracting’ succeed in class while you’re crying in the middle of the night trying to catch up.
V. take more pictures of the scenery. those pink clouds you thought were pretty deserve to be photographed, so do it. they won’t always be around and you have to follow your instincts sometimes. stop taking so many pictures at concerts. they don’t really mean anything to you, and it’s more important to listen to the music that helps you breathe. cry when they sing your favorite song, and feel your dreams expanding as you watch.
VI. please take care of yourself. when you need help, ask for help, or everything will spiral out of control too quickly. get enough sleep and stick up for yourself when you’re being pushed down. stop caring what other people think, because you’re really the only one that matters. when you’re sad go do what makes you happy, because even if it doesn't make you grin from ear to ear it will help. always remember to love yourself before you let someone else love you.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
sixteen thoughts from my sixteenth birthday
1. you're more beautiful than the sky
2. you're the smartest person I know
3. you understand
4. you make me happier than anyone else on earth
5. god **** you are beautiful
6. you treat me like a queen
7. I'd treat you like one too
8. I'll treat you a million times better than some ******* ever could
9. all I want to do is hold you and make sure you're alright
10. you're amazing
11. GOD I WANT YOU SO BAD
12. I THOUGHT I WAS OVER YOU BUT GOD **** IT IM NOT
13. EVERYTHING HAS GONE SPIRALING BACK
14. IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU
15. BUT YOULL NEVER LOVE ME LIKE I LOVE YOU AND THE PAIN IS COMING BACK AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO
16. GOD **** IT WHY AM I STILL SO IN LOVE WITH YOU
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
you haven't known me long enough to have the privilege of being rude to me
at least put a label on it before you get offended when I put down your demands for attention
like I owe you my time and affection
if there is anything I've learned over the past year and a half
it's that I don't owe anyone anything
so cool your jets *******
this *** isn't yours yet.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
I've spent time with you
Around your friends
Alone
You seemed so great
Like you cared for me too
But it's all just a ******* lie
Isn't it?
You never really liked me
Did you?
.....
Didn't think so.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
********* ************* ****** *******
******** ********** ********* dick-sneeze,
********** ************ None for E if you find any interesting ones contact me at LemonParty.com, ****** ******
******* *********** ********** ****
None for I if you find any interesting ones contact me at LemonParty.com
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
Cause it’s all just paper in the end,
Were all just stuck here playing pretend.
Some of us acting like we god,
While other have never even heard of a ****** iPod.
We pray to that god at the end of the day,
And then curse his name if things don’t go our way.
We’re corrupted and ****** up, dishin’ out blame,
Wishing for superman, left with some ******* named...
Who gives a **** with his name if they’re all just fuckboys ,
Woman pick yourself up you’re repressed by the man, part of his ploy!
And were all stuck here playing pretend,
Might as well make you name a story for the end.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
I leaned my aching head into the bottle,
Drinking it all in,
Your tongue thirsts for me,
You can't get my name off your lips,
Your hands wrap around my hips,
Telling strangers how beautiful I am,
I'll shove you away,
*******
At
His
Finest
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
Pretty face, All that’s seen
Seen not heard anymore
The way mother says it should always be
Painted a pretty face to hide
Hide the shame
Pain
Blame
Lies
She just wants to die
Oh no
You’re too pretty to die
You must be mine
Says every ******* to every dime
Its hard when you want to just cry
Oh wait don’t
The mascara will drip
That *****
But take it
We arent all perfect
In fact there is no such thing
Perfection is another lie
The one mother cries
It makes me sick to think
Think that the one that brings you in
Brings me in to another lie
Lies on the ground and takes it
Its a thrill to get these chills
Chills down to realize the bruises
Bruises her ego to see how it looks
Looks on the other side
Thinks
****
Just messing up my situation
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
When I was younger, my mom always told me these fairytales
Even if she hadn't, I would've still known them
the basic plot of almost every fairytale is this
Miserable young girl, maybe already princess, maybe hidden princess
whatever
Prince charming comes and whisks her away to a better life
somehow he always finds the princess, as if he knew who it was all along
She was in distress, he saved her, happily ever after
but what happens if you wait too long for the prince and nothing ever gets solved. What if you're stuck right where you are, with nothing changing unless you change it yourself.
What if Prince Charming comes, see how messed up everything is and doesn't know how to fix it.
What if Prince is a *******
Then what?
Your left there ******* with the ******* "Prince Charming", who doesn't know all you've been through or how to even help besides taking you away to the big stupid castle. I'd rather take the time and effort to save myself than fight those odds. I'd rather get my crap together and do the rescuing myself thank you very much. Does that mean I won't end up with a happy ending? NO!
I refuse to believe that if I don't play little miss pathetic that I won't be happy! I refuse! That isn't how the world was made
that's why the world isn't a ******* fairytale
so I refuse to be saved.
If some ******* ******* prince thinks he can save me
he's in for a surprise.
I don't need to be saved.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
They call me Dr.Strange because I don't thrive from the same ambition as the rest of my generation
I don't desire to **** every **** thing that walks and breathes
I was never a fan of getting high and skipping school
Hell the worse I've done is beat a ngga's *** for making a girl bleed
Yeah I'm so ******* hood, badass if you would
A permant resident of wish a ***** woods
Where we specialize in the art of whoop ***
But at the same time I am kind
As gentle as a cotton ball
I will protect those who cannot protect themselves
Instead of being that coward who is left asking what if
But don't get my kindness twisted thinking you can trample all over my tiny self
Stomping me into the ******* ground as if I'm some type seed
But if you still have the urge to try me get this image in your head
I will make sure my weeded foot travels up your *** and out of your mouth
I will not be afraid to rain down the scorching sensation of the hurt all over your flesh and bones
Causing you to sprout like a god **** bean stock as I just smile walking the opposite way
It is sad ****** these days try so hard to pretend to be all bad-ass, talking so much **** I don't know whether to give them tissue or breath mint
Then what makes it even funnier they beat on these young girls thinking it makes them look tough
But in actuality it makes them look that much more of a ******* to society
**** is this really what male *** have come down to
A mere nuisance to society
A nation of fuckboys and male hoes
Is that what we are really aiming for
sigh wow I wonder what I'll have for dinner tonight
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish we were complete strangers
That you only remained to be the quiet kid with the ******* haircut
And that I never told you my secrets
Or anything about my life
Sometimes I wish you haven't heard my stories
That you wouldn't be able to finish some of my tales
And that I never heard any of yours
Or met your family
Sometimes I wish I could just go away
That I could leave you to your own devices, no bother from me
And that you wouldn't have to worry about including me
Or even listen to what I say
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
It was almost like you were ripping my heart out for your own pleasure.
You easily reached inside of my chest,
through skin and muscle,
snaking my hand through the cracks in my rib cage
and tested the strong muscle.
You held on and help it beat.
But then you got bored with going with the flow of my heart.
You poked and prodded
to see how much damage you could do.
I let you.
You took the muscle out of my chest
and then went wild to ruin my heart.
You returned it back in pieces.
Carefully,
you set it in my chest.
Now,
I lay in the corner.
Tears stained my soul
but a smile appears on my face
and the words "I'm fine" tumble out of my mouth.
I'm not okay.
I need help.
I don't want to be here.
I want to be in your arms again.
I was fine then.
Scars line my thighs and wrists.
Pill bottles lay inside my sock drawer hiding.
Sleep never comes.
Tears start to stain my face.
"I'm fine"
It's too late now.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC