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Beggari want to break down
destroy the happiness we fake
so you can see the cracks i've known for years
so you can finally understand that
we're two broken people trying
to piece together a life
and not feel lonely
i want to stitch my words into your rib cage
but leave the wound open so you can bleed into my hands
and swear on your breath that you truly loved me
but i won't hear those words
i [think] know the truth and
i know you don't
bound my wrists and i'll be your slave
one day i will tire and feel used up
tossed aside waiting for your heart
i'm the b
I Want YouI want you in my hands. I want to put my fingers around your throat, to hear you softly beg for release. I want to feel you desperate beneath you, squirming upwards against you. I want to feel your nails down my back; I want you to leave red marks that remind me of you when I look in the mirror later.
I want to hear you scream as you explode. I want to feel your body pulsating with mine, watch you fly to heaven and back down again. I want to mark your beautiful little throat you bare so lovingly. I gain pleasure watching you bare that love mark to the world.
I control your body. Don't deny me those smacks across your shapely ass or else. I control your body when I top you. Pin your wrists to the bed, to the walls. I control you. You will breathe when I say so. You'll come when I say so. Beg a bit harder, a bit louder. I might grant your wish.
Worthy"You are worthy of being loved. Do you see that person right there in front of you? Yes, you. You are worthy of being loved and appreciated by the person(s) you love and adore."
You give me life. You give me love and take the burden of my pain when I can no longer bear it on my shoulders. You hold me close and you do not whisper how much you love me. Instead, you cup my chin upwards and say it loudly, proudly. You do not hide away our love or deny it. You show me off to the entire world and say "Hey, look at this beautiful lady right here! This is my girl!" and have a grin that stretches for miles.
You always tell me that I must love myself. That I am beautiful, no matter if I am short and skinny or if I am curvaceous and have beautiful brown eyes that are so much more than just muddy. You trail your lips and tongue down every inch of skin and over ever scar I have carved into my flesh. You open me wide and feel me completely, making me gasp and beg and scream your name. You send me hi
her or iYou break my soul in two
leave pieces behind in your way
words will mean nothing to me
and fall upon deaf ears
one day I'll say goodbye
and maybe then you'll truly know
how much I was broken all those times
let me carve out this horrible beating heart
lock it away in a box and bury it deep
[make sure it's six feet under]
and make sure it'll never repeat its mistakes
again and again and again
don't touch my cheeks don't kiss my lips
i don't want to feel my entire world crumble
i don't want to stare into your eyes and
question if you love her or i more
break me in twoplease
if you want to destroy my heart
don't hold it in your hands anymore
just shatter it into those jagged edges
let me break into millions and millions of glittering pieces
let me fall into the abyss
let me break and find my way up from the bottom
i want freedom from this aching soul
freedom from this life
i want this wounded heart destroyed
tear it from my chest and
leave it upon the cold ground
let me break my own spirit and
tread upon my dreams as if i have no tomorrow
Hold My Heartyou hold my heart
in your hands
you break it every night
into millions of pieces
and hide the glittering shards
under the rug
so in the morning
i'll trip and stumble over them
you make me bleed
every time i see her there
next to you
so i hide
away so i won't fall
into the dark pit
that claims so many before
i want to cry
until tears turn to cold diamonds
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
jackal grinMy orange peel
lips split: the beams
a deck of cards
nana’s worn porch,
and fingers weaving
through grass blades
when the light is
soft and warm.
(have you f
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Letters to the UnbornMy letters will never be received by you;
you will never be able to hold my hand within yours
nor feel the wind upon your cheeks
touch the reddest roses or
lie snuggled in my arms
you will never know my kisses-
placed upon chubby cheeks
I lost those moments when I let
someone tell me what to do with my body
whisper lies into my weakened ears
in the dead of night I swear that
I'll love him like I would have loved you
[I know he will never replace you]
because in my soul I feel it screaming
as if I have the blood of you on my hands
[but honestly, I do]
you are my darling angel
sent to heaven too early
for my mistake.
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