He has his own bug
that crawls up my fingers to my heart
latches itself on and
doesn't let go
His bug is welcomed,
because it makes me smile
tells me it loves me
makes me feel okay
and I love him
I love him and his little bug for everything that they are
they are perfect
right there together,
right there with me
but you still don't know why it is.
hypocritical? hardly ever
need to watch my tongue? stop being such a nun
self restraint? Yeah, it's called not holding anything back. and it's working just fine for me
"You've been a totally different person for a long time. No offence. You are very bitter and angry. Extremely hypocritical . Try thinking nice thoughts or control your tongue. I mean I am not a saint, but I have some self restraint in my words. You'd be wise to learn some. Harsh - yeah, but maybe you needed that."
stay the fuck away from me tomorrow. I don't want you to even look at me.
It's my birthday and what I wish for is for you to not judge me on what you don't fucking know.
make up your
'I don't give a fuck'
mind about me
I am so tired of your behavior.
You are a girl I swear.
You are hidden
and I can see that.
But please stop throwing me around your life
and I just.. I just let you.
You told me not to tell,
but who is telling now?
It must be you.
why else would I be getting questions
You did not get what you wanted
you hate me
I was happy being your friend
I was happy
you teasing me without knowing
I was happy
when you put your head next to mine
and when you
sat close to me when we watched TV
i was happy when you told me I was
I liked you trusting me
I liked you liking me
I like you showing yourself to me
I liked revealing myself to you
but you changed how you wanted me to see you.
but I still saw the real you
and you HATE it
and you hate me
And I started hating you when you tried to use me for sex, then throw me away.
I'm laying here
next to my bed
I'm afraid to look under it
I feel like a beautiful woman is under there,
reaching out her smooth hand
to dig her sharp fingernail into my soft neck
she wants to watch the light go out in my eyes
she wants to watch my soul leave this world,
and travel to another
she wants to be the reason people cry and hurt
she wants to rub off her blood stained hands on my cold body.
There has always been a reason women wear their nails red, they're secrete killers
I wanted to make my 200th post special, mean something to me I guess, I wrote this the other day in my German class, it's not finished. It probably never will be.
She flows like water,
beautiful in her step,
while her hair falls and twists.
It's wild of her way,
like her touch, I'm sure
She glides through her world,
feeling pain and love
sometimes lost, but sometimes she is found.
With a smile that is rare,
she does not fake
but as it comes to lift her face,
it takes mine with hers
For that moment we can share happiness
shat that power
she doesn't know my thoughts
of the poetry that is her
of the inspiration that is her
I imagine she smells of mist,
like perfume and water mixed to create what is her.
she used my jacket that she adores
I thought it might have smelled like her
like it sat on the floor by her bed,
unloved once home,
once in comfort
It wasn't with her and neither was I
wonder if she could choose me
If I could feel enough
to be some part of her
of her unique stance
of that attitude that is refreshing and new
I want to know how she views the world
ho she takes in people
where she feels her passion
what she views of dreams
I wonder what she sees in the mirror
how she sees me
I adore her