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hate. love. envy. disgust. what do all these words have in common? me. and you. how? you ask how? these are what i feel for and about you. i love you. and i hate you. i envy you. and i am disgusted by you. baby, you confuse me.. you make me feel things ive never felt before. OFF. turn it off. but i cant. what i feel for and about you is so strong. i want to spend every moment with you. and yet i never want to see you again. baby, you confuse me.. do our actions speak louder than words? then what are we saying? when our bodies meet we're saying we love eachother. but when im covering my bruises i know i hate you. baby, you confuse me.. i envy your sense of freedom and control. but what you do with that freedom and control, it disgusts me. youre always mentally free, physically in control, and completely disgusting. baby, you confuse me.. how you punish me for my mistakes, and never notice my achievements. but im sure thats easy when youre constant achievements and no mistakes. and i know im at fault for hiding your biggest mistakes. with you, im always at fault. baby, you confuse me.. such a loving gentleman with such hate filled eyes. eyes that say youre watching. eyes that say you see my mistakes. eyes that say I WILL PAY. and then the next day, eyes that say youre sorry. eyes that say it will never happen again. baby, you confuse me.. because it always happens again. i always make some mistake. i always trip you up in some way. and im always punished accordingly. but okay, its not always the same. sometimes its your fist. sometimes its the belt. and someimes its the blade.baby, you confuse me.. because you think im coming back. you think i need you. you think youre still in control. but i got away. and i hope that i confuse you. because now im in control. i make mistakes but i am NOT always at fault for everything. my eyes say that im happy. and it will never happen again.
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Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 6:26 PM UTC
Confused.
hate. love. envy. disgust. what do all these words have in common? me. and you. how? you ask how? these are what i feel for and about you. i love you. and i hate you. i envy you. and i am disgusted by you. baby, you confuse me.. you make me feel things ive never felt before. OFF. turn it off. but i cant. what i feel for and about you is so strong. i want to spend every moment with you. and yet i never want to see you again. baby, you confuse me.. do our actions speak louder than words? then what are we saying? when our bodies meet we're saying we love eachother. but when im covering my bruises i know i hate you. baby, you confuse me.. i envy your sense of freedom and control. but what you do with that freedom and control, it disgusts me. youre always mentally free, physically in control, and completely disgusting. baby, you confuse me.. how you punish me for my mistakes, and never notice my achievements. but im sure thats easy when youre constant achievements and no mistakes. and i know im at fault for hiding your biggest mistakes. with you, im always at fault. baby, you confuse me.. such a loving gentleman with such hate filled eyes. eyes that say youre watching. eyes that say you see my mistakes. eyes that say I WILL PAY. and then the next day, eyes that say youre sorry. eyes that say it will never happen again. baby, you confuse me.. because it always happens again. i always make some mistake. i always trip you up in some way. and im always punished accordingly. but okay, its not always the same. sometimes its your fist. sometimes its the belt. and someimes its the blade.baby, you confuse me.. because you think im coming back. you think i need you. you think youre still in control. but i got away. and i hope that i confuse you. because now im in control. i make mistakes but i am NOT always at fault for everything. my eyes say that im happy. and it will never happen again.
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someimes i get jealous. what's there not to be jealous about? she's perfect. she replaced me. and now, im just a background character.
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
replacement.
Love is forever envy. It forever soughted and seeked. It has the power to make the strongest melt and appears weak. Many runs from it. And several tries to avoid it. Only to give it. And accepts it. And sometimes makes a mess of it. But Love is forever envious. It's lovable. It's invincible It's fabulous. It's enchantable. Plus, it's apart of life. It's unavoidable. And yes, someimes troublesome. But it's forever adorable. It's life.
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
L.I.F.E.
*Theres a beautiful angel Tha lives in my heart. Shes always trying to get me to let her out so everyone can see her. But I keep her locked inside She would spoil the me I show the world. The tough no nonsense me. The my way or the highway me. The never give a sucker an even break me. But then someimes in the evening shadows lay next to you in bed. I let her out just for only you to see her. She makes my voice softer and turns my man heart gentle. She makes me say dumb things that tough old me would never say. Like I love you so much honey or You mean everything to me my love. And You are the most beautiful thing in my life. Its just some Angel trick I guess. But she turns me into marshmallow soft. And I melt with the love of you. But then as the morning light trickles through our window. I put her back into her prison inside my heart. And I get ready to meet the rough tough world one more time As tough hard old me Walks out into the sunlight.*
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
My Secret Angel
And somehow it feels like My body is a house I cannot afford Maybe 'cause of the location. An entire world of possibilities, Accessible to me with just a few steps And yet, for some reason, I cannot step past the front door. I try to not forget feel grateful That when I turn on the lights I become a part of a dream, a part of a skyline people want, people envy. That living here is a privilege. No matter how much it seems as if these walls are begnining to fall apart into nothingness I pay my rent. Earned with sweet late-night chatter and laughter By painting Orange-pink sunsets on the drive back home By lacing my fingers with no regrets, so tight, to ever come undone. And yet, gradually, price of my existence grows higher Every single day with Every tear shed Every fight where I struggle to make amends Every story I begin to write and somehow cannot possibly imagine the end And then I somehow start to earn less and less and my rent is unpaid, still due. One day A letter comes in the mail saying my rent has been paid. I have a roommate now! Or maybe I always have. I think I know him I have seen that silhouette before On the other end of the apartment inside my brain. I am living with depression. There’s no other way to put it. He puts my walls up , repairs them and makes everyone else stay out. He tells me he’s the only one who can stand these cramped rooms It seems as if he's been spreading out more and more with every passing single week. I don't think there's any space left for anything that I recognize as me I have a roommate now And he also makes my friend uncomfortable. 'cause when he’s around, I can't seem to say much of anything My voice stays almost mute Maybe cause I don't wanna make him angry. Don’t wanna hear what he’ll shout when they all leave (and they always do) I always try to leave. Try to find other places with different rooms Different beds Different drinks, Different meds, Anything to simply forget that I eventually have to stumble back to him. I have to face him in the living room. Listen to his words, Hear his laughter all night. Keeping me up. I know He wants me to move out. Wants me to vacate this space, these walls with no questions asked, with none of my things packed. I can tell By the thin pink sketches he draws in my skin, his plans to make his own bloodlines. I can tell by the way he keeps handing me the knife. I know he wants me to move out, and someimes I do too. I don’t know if there’s a difference anymore.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
Untitled
And somehow it feels like My body is a house I cannot afford Maybe 'cause of the location. An entire world of possibilities, Accessible to me with just a few steps And yet, for some reason, I cannot step past the front door. I try to not forget feel grateful That when I turn on the lights I become a part of a dream, a part of a skyline people want, people envy. That living here is a privilege. No matter how much it seems as if these walls are begnining to fall apart into nothingness I pay my rent. Earned with sweet late-night chatter and laughter By painting Orange-pink sunsets on the drive back home By lacing my fingers with no regrets, so tight, to ever come undone. And yet, gradually, price of my existence grows higher Every single day with Every tear shed Every fight where I struggle to make amends Every story I begin to write and somehow cannot possibly imagine the end And then I somehow start to earn less and less and my rent is unpaid, still due. One day A letter comes in the mail saying my rent has been paid. I have a roommate now! Or maybe I always have. I think I know him I have seen that silhouette before On the other end of the apartment inside my brain. I am living with depression. There’s no other way to put it. He puts my walls up , repairs them and makes everyone else stay out. He tells me he’s the only one who can stand these cramped rooms It seems as if he's been spreading out more and more with every passing single week. I don't think there's any space left for anything that I recognize as me I have a roommate now And he also makes my friend uncomfortable. 'cause when he’s around, I can't seem to say much of anything My voice stays almost mute Maybe cause I don't wanna make him angry. Don’t wanna hear what he’ll shout when they all leave (and they always do) I always try to leave. Try to find other places with different rooms Different beds Different drinks, Different meds, Anything to simply forget that I eventually have to stumble back to him. I have to face him in the living room. Listen to his words, Hear his laughter all night. Keeping me up. I know He wants me to move out. Wants me to vacate this space, these walls with no questions asked, with none of my things packed. I can tell By the thin pink sketches he draws in my skin, his plans to make his own bloodlines. I can tell by the way he keeps handing me the knife. I know he wants me to move out, and someimes I do too. I don’t know if there’s a difference anymore.
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*Theres a beautiful angel in my heart. Shes always trying to get me to let her out. So everyone can see her. But I keep her locked inside she would spoil the me I show the world. The tough no nonsense me. The my way or the highway me. The never give a sucker an even break me. But then someimes in the evening shadows lay next to you in bed. the Moonlight blooms inside the room. and it forms a halo about your lovely face. I let her out just for you to see her. only you. She makes my voice softer and turns my hard heart gentle. She makes me say dumb things that tough old me would never say. Like I love you honey or you mean everything to me my love. And you are the most beautiful thing in my life. and I don't know how I can live without you honey. Its just some Angel trick I guess. But she turns me into marshmallow soft. And I melt with the love of you. But then as the morning light trickles through our window. I put her back in prison inside my heart. And I get ready to meet the rough tough garish world for one more day*
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Theres an Secret Angel in my heart