"hickie" poems
I know something that will make you mad
A piercing circle of neon midnight strewn upon auburn flesh
Three blood speckled trophies perched upon a prideful shelf
Three boastful laughters smacking love in the face
Three more reminders of who we are today
Six months or Two years, Time will tell
Hickies will fade, Things will change
I know something that will make you mad.
You were too late.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
JaMie wants me to move on with life
and wants me to do it
without any fight
She has expressed her intentions
for permanent scars
and showed me her body where
he'd ****** a little to hard.
Her pleasure in watching
the collapse of my chest
left her looking for more bruises
poised to take my last breath.
But wait there was more that she
needed to share.
It was time to hear how little I knew
and stupid each night while waiting for you.
Dry heaving sounds from a confused reaction
A lump inside from her satisfaction
I think Im done though she said more
it ends in with ***** all over the floor.
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 3:37 AM UTC
I saw her posting pictures of you two together today,
I don't know what happened to me after that
I could feel it, in my stomach, in my chest
I don't know what it was
Was it jealousy? Was it rage?
A series of questions are torturing my brain now
Why her? Why not me?
Am I not pretty than her?
Am I not beautiful than her?
Am I not girl enough?
I surely don't know how to curl my lashes
I don't know how to fix my eyebrows
Can't walk on heels, Can't put on makeup
Never wore a skirt, never even an earring
But I know what makes you smile,
You like to get drunk on *****
And sing Ed Shereen
You like to dance like crazy
You call it your "drunk dance"
Your eyes become wet when you yawn
And You don't like the freckles on your shoulder
You like pizza, But won't eat it
I don't wanna get fat you say
You have your way of kissing too
My style you call it,
when our tongues touch just for nanoseconds
And you pull yourself away
You like it when I give you a hickie
You'll check in the mirror if it is blue enough
You like running your fingers down my spine
"I love your curves", you tell me
"Your skin is so soft and you smell so pure"
You like sharing your toothbrush
You like hiding my clothes
You like closing your eyes and expecting me to kiss you
And when I don't , I can see the cute disappointment in your smile
You like chocolates 200%
You like gifts like a girl
Birthdays excite you like a child
And you can't watch a horror movie at night
Are these all phony?
The things you said to me, the things we did together
If so, you are quite an actor
And if I could, I would nominate you for an award
An award for the best teller of the untruths.....
That's what you are, a LIAR
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
she moved in at around 2 in the morning. I had a new roommate. I woke up groggily after hearing voices and tried to shape her with my eyes but I couldn't make out much. I went back to sleep.
next morning I woke up and saw her. cream soda colored eyes....to die for. we spoke maybe a sentence and then I left the room. I'd always contemplated what it would be like having a girlfriend in a mental hospital.
all day we went through counseling groups along w other girls but I kept searching for her hazel eyes.
we spoke to each other and pretended as if we annoyed each other (flirting) and I was having fun w this girl.
it was nighttime and we were in the room, still flirting. she was given medicine and was acting particularly goofy. we were both being obnoxious and messing w each other. I said something like 'shutup' and she came close to me, talking trash. our faces were inches apart. I made it a point to stare at her lips...cotton candy. we sat there for a minute just staring in silence until I moved closer to her. I expected her to then move the rest of the way so our lips would touch but she just stayed there staring so I went in for the kiss. her lips.... we kissed again and then moved on as if nothing had happened. I had to have her.
she kept coming over to my bed, climbing over me and getting in my face, and I kept grabbing her neck and kissing her. I had to. I'd be a fool if I didn't. she was beautiful.
at one point things were getting heavy and she warned me that once she was revved up she could not stop. that made me even hungrier. not before she gave me the most vibrant hickie of my life, she said she had to stop or she'd have me right then and there.
the night went on.
I got discharged from the hospital the next day and I replied to the note that she had written me earlier ('since I'm a bit mad at you right now I guess I'll just write it. I like you a lot.....') and I told her that I liked her too.
our last kiss was the most painful.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
1. Wear Sweaters.
Even in the summer, fore he can't kiss your skin, you'll miss every kiss, you'll crave every touch. But this way, he cannot tell you how "hot" or "stunning" you look with less clothes on.
2. Wear lipstick.
You won't be able to truly feel his lips, you'll feel the lipstick against his lips, you won't miss it as much if you never had the true kiss.
3. Watch his eyes.
As his ex walks by, watch his eyes. If his eyes follow her, then he hasn't gotten over her. If he looks at you the whole time, then he's moved on.
4. Kiss his neck.
Leave your mark the night before you tell him you found out, that way for at least a week his friends will ask where he got that hickie, his mind will go straight to you and the night you spent together.
5. Don't open up.
Don't tell all your secrets to a bad boy smoking his last cigarette as he holds you to his chest, he doesn't want to know the truth, and you shouldn't tell him. If you do, twist it a little so he can't hurt you with it when he does leave, he'll never know the truth and you'll never be hurt by another lie.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC