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cigarettes drowned
with two phones
glasses snapped
girl’s gone
everyone’s off to Brooklyn
beat off in bed
and a bottle of wine
Ha!
in the perfect world where nothing can hurt us, you did the right thing and gave me purpose. a reason to smile, laugh and someone to create with. another chance at your sweet love it sounds so amazing.
Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a stranger I pass landscapes f
So covered in wounds
I became one
to all that I loved, to all that I knew.
A very vicious cycle of abuse.
It felt like I was walking in my sleep
Shes looking like a vision
A work of art
She on a mission
Call her the new
And improved
Kim possible
Cuz
she unattainable
Getting uh house soon
And that ferrari too
Good afternoon
Good morning
Today we're going back
To the 90's
Only wish
I could
Back when
Back then
Everything was so simple
Had a cute katana
A pink little flip phone
What I hate is how I don't love you but how I don't hate you,
And I don't even like you yet I don't despise you
But you ruined me
I was never a masterpiece to begin with
I’m different now.
I find myself searching for the peace I used to have
The peace that was given to me
The peace that surpassed understanding.
I find myself struggling to find optimism
You make me happy when skies are grey.
And even when they’re not.
Because we are taught
That things are conditional.
I’ll do this,
If you do that.
For some reason we struggle
Shy, cry, bye and why
Look me in my eyes, and you still lie
Tears swelling, questioning how I will get by
Water weight dropping, I've ran myself dry
I'm a wreck, be honest, how do I look?
He doesn't love me anymore.After all the pain he inflicted, the lies.All the other women he swept off their feet with his infinite tales of bullshitAnd meaningless "I love yous" falsely comforting them in his arms.
"Shut up you slut! You like this! You love it!"
She screamed into my ear
Hot fiery breath
As if she ate hell for breakfast
And fucked me for desert
I hated her
I wanted her gone
Damn.
They said he was a horrible man
That killing him would be a blessing
A delight
Then why does it feel so wrong
His crimson blood staining these boots
Like spatter art over the walls
Beautiful
Who is she?
That girl in my mirror?
Staring back at me with those tired eyes
And that big pimple on her cheek
Things that the filters on instagram could fix in a heart beat
I don’t know who I am.
Behind the scenes,
a chameleon in costume.
Dresses of armor and eyeliner sharp like a knife,
I am Unfinished.
My edges aren't sanded smooth
There are creases and circles worn into my eyes,
There are scars and callouses on my hands
There are stripes of uneven bronze across my skin
I am insecure.
I am retarded.
I am artistic.
I am so Hipster.
I am a Goth.
I am a Skater.
I am a prune.
I am the devil
and your favorite whore.
I am a guardian angel.
I am wild, I am raw
I am the one resisting the maw
of these people who say I'm wrong
I will remain unchanged
until the day
when I see the light of this uncreative night
when those who brought me down
I remember watching him sleep,
his eyes fleeting back and forth under their lids.
I remember him drawing long breaths,
and his heartbeat wavering in his chest.
If you take me for face value
You'd think:
A shy, timid girl
loves acoustic music
Hair artificially curled
nothing could make her tick.
Now,
Erase all of that.
Look at me
They say I'm yellow, i think I'm gold
with limitless filters i will never grow old
But without filters i am bold
and just like that, they are sold
on my everlasting passion that compells the world.
I am raw
I remember how the dogs never slept at night, how sticky my skin got
after a day in the heat, how I stopped taking showers because I thought
lake water would do just fine, and if your hair got greasy,
We played a game. It's called "love". The rule is simple: whoever falls first, loses.
I played honest, and you played a role. That's how you won.
Have you ever had an absolutely horrible day? Not just a bad day, oh no, this is a kind of bad day that you remember for several years after it happens. This is a kind of day that makes you feel inferior to every little thing.
Smooth orange liquid sunshine
mixes with the salty turquise breeze
An esoteric halocline of incarnate earth-breath
The crushing depths are fringed by perpetual rythmic collapse
I was born without the invitation of saying hello,
yet you might say I was blind from rejection.
I guess it was too hard to live a life of deception.
I've cried
I cry
So much that they have stained my skin
I've spoken
I scream
Either way, you still haven't heard me
I've heard
I listen
And you keep saying the same thing
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open
If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token
Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
Right when Im feeling high,
and im lifting off the ground,
you look up into the sky,
and you reach and pull me down,
Youre like a tick without a feeling,
youre a parasite I swear,
Everywhere I turn silence greets me
If there is one thing I yearn for it is a face
Something other than the embrace
Of solace, because her mockery is deafening
I am a girl of love,
Compassion and trust,
Most of all I'm a girl of opinion.
And if you don't like it,
I suppose you're pretty opinionated yourself.
What if the truth,
was really a lie?
What would you say,
if I told you that's what I live by?
The lies are only there,
there to hide the pain,
the sorrow, the sad,
the everything.
I tried to write in a smile,
but it ended up a frown,
I tried to write it upside right,
But it ended up upside down.
I tried to write it in like summer,
but it ended up so cold.
I counted to ten,
I'm done! Where are you?
I can't find you...
Will you come out soon?
I miss seeing you,
Hearing your voice.
I miss being with you,
Hiding wasn't your choice.
I hate when you don't sit by me,
I hate it the same when you stay.
I hate when our eyes, they meet,
I hate it more when you quickly look away.
I hate the feelings that come to me when you say you're my friend,
I'll remember this next time,
Next time I won't fall so hard.
Next time I won't cry...
Next time.
I'll remember this next time,
Next time I won't step up so quick,
Next time I won't ask...
The wrinkles under his eyes
spell experience and trust
as his overworked lips form the words
let yourself be raw
but even then i paint.
I paint over the bruise on my cheek
Why do You turn a blind eye to Your faultsYou pretend You've done nothing wrongLike You were perfect and had my best interest at heartBut yet its so hard for us to get along
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer.
The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I.
Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
Short
Quick
Breaths
Try and hold
Me together
But fail
In utter
Lack of strength.
Massive voids
Consume my middle
Bigger than me
Yet part of
Me
