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Category: Writing and Poetry
The only residue of them left behind is a stain on my shirt, Memories washed away with false flowers and tide, How I wish I was still curled up with him on the couch, Letting the Disney sitcom laugh track play, Hoping the crumbs I left behind were mainly ones of sugar and not poison, Though I know I left both, So I shall watch the laundry spin as I hope that I broke the cycle, Drying off the wound... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
If I was a temporary means to an end, And my usage is through, I hope all my messages got through to you, About how you felt like the calm before the storm. Instead of having to contort to fit your needs you allowed me to fit easily into your hands however I pleased, And allowed me to appreciate every single word you spoke to me. It hurts to cling but I want to assure that you can be cared for in ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Poetry dump. The warmth of a blanket can only provide so much comfort, So I lay here, and try to picture the feeling of flesh on flesh, And it flows into something else, A need for passion where only rips and tears will suffice, Where red is my favorite color, And you wear it proudly, Your smooth skin upon mine layered with something more, Then the guilt sets in. Li » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
"quick learner, and quite entertaining. a pleasure to have in class." thats always been the only thing that gave me worth, childhood inocence traded for a sense of humor and a loss of worth, now pain equals love so i must ask you to hit harder, the only time i mattered was when i was funny, or when my teasing made men turn their heads, disobedience is staying calm when they scream » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, more than words can describe, your warm body melts away any wall to hide my vulnerability, our rhythmic breaths in unison is all the music i need to put my mind at ease, i find myself laying awake at night, clinging onto every last word you say, the only exception to my romantic paranoia, is daydreaming about your sturdy hands cradling my face, your arms are my ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i've never felt more at home, than in your arms, than on your lap, leave me longing for your every touch, leave bruises on my waist from your grip, let my cold touch linger on your warm body, let our hips match in rhythm, all you want is to make me feel safe,, all i want is to make you feel adored » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
your skin is so warm, as you laid there, fretting about how cold i felt, "don't worry, you're always safe in my arms," i feel like a fool, because i believe you » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
sometimes i feel your hands wrapped around me, my body twinges in regret and distaste, the acid rises up my throat as i try to move on with my day, and i drink to forget but how could i enduce amnesia when all i can think is that i dont remember it tasting so good, your hands still surrond my body in a cobra tight grip, unable to move past this mess, » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
im simply a chipped vase, fill me with your warmth, gold pressed against porcelain, make me put together again. . » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
through the cloudy dust of consensness i still feel you, olive fingers brushed upon my rib cage, hoping to linger on, hoping to continue to let our flesh melt together, letting the summer sun peak through my window, and warm my winter heart, soon my alarm clock will ring out, disrupt our souls that rest as one, until then my dear, let my lips find a home against yours one last time, » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
-poison my cup, ruin my pre conceived notions of myself, pour the nectar of infatuation down my throat, watch my repulse turn to addiction, feel my pulse begin to race, as i try to mask as normal. -city hall bathroom, the last of my sobreity down the drain, i think i can finally enjoy the taste, now that its not forced down my throat, i worry that you and your gin an » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
- phil and linsday own a hitman company - linsaday holds her parents for their own ransom as their first customer, and tells them to be nicer to their daughter - ethan accidentaaly joins the hit man originization thinking its an genunine bakery - bakery tagline 'itsa hit, man' - linday gets to wear a sparkily sexy super spy dress - thgey are all in love » Continue Reading
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