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Hurricane
I'm a hurricane,
A whirlwind of excitement and passion.
Yet once someone catches a glimpse of my center,
It's the start of the end.
I've left devastated dreams in my wake;
Hopes crumbled down to the foundations
& Lives irrevocably changed.
My name drips reverently from the lips those I've tormented.
The pain. The hopelessness. The loss.
I'm not proud of what I've done.
Drowning someone in love still causes asphyxiation.
I was enchanted by you from the moment we first spoke.
You burned my walls down to the ground in an explosion of brilliant light.
The flood of my emotions forced me downstream
& into your fiery embrace.
The pull, the steam, the chemistry.
Two opposing forces collide.
The darkest depths of my soul
are no match for your piercing light.
The sincerity in your voice captivates me.
My body aches for your touch, my heart craves yours.
Baby, you have me burning up.
Are our h
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Intensity
My first mistake was falling in love with the sound of your voice;
Smooth, deep, and rich like top-shelf whisky.
Boy, I was hooked after just a taste.
Fire & Water,
You have me reaching boiling temperatures
With a single glance; a single word.
I'm an enigma, shrouded in mystery.
The sounds off my lips and the curves of my body draw you closer to me.
Babe, all I feel is pure electricity.
There's this pull-this magnetism;
A deeper understanding than I can voice,
A familiar presence that I already adore.
Unexpected, unpredictable.
Wild & beautiful-
I can't wait to see what the adventure of you and me holds.
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Unobtainable
They say the stars are too far.
Hundreds of thousands of suns
burning billions of light-years away.
Unreachable.
Through hazy eyes he smirks at me and takes another drag.
Sitting in his car at two AM on a warm summer night,
he's billions of light-years away.
Unreachable.
They say that the stars are too far.
But that's never stopped me before.
I'm a poet & a dreamer, I long for the
unreachable.
Through hazy eyes he smirks at me and takes another drag.
I feel him slipping away from me.
But that's never stopped me before.
I long for the unobtainable.
They say that the stars are too far.
I make wishes on them anyway.
Hoping that the hundreds of thousands of suns
hear my quiet prayer.
I'm a poet & a dreamer.
I long for the unobtainable.
Through hazy eyes he smirks at me and takes another drag.
I hold his hand in mine; tough skin against my delicate fingertips.
He looks out into the night and asks me why I'm wasting my time.
I squeeze his hand and whisper, "I long for the unobtainable."
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Terrible Habits.
Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me, & I can't get enough.
Fist in my hair, bruises on my body.
I ask him for more until I'm hoarse.
Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't need you to love me.
I just want you to touch right there.
& Once it's done you can leave.
Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I can't get enough.
Scars all over, ink scribbled on paper.
He's the one I'm always complaining about.
Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't need you to love me.
I know you think I'm some kind of angel,
don't let these innocent eyes fool you.
Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I can't get enough.
Fuck you, fuck me.
It doesn't matter as long as we both get that next hit.
Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I do
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My Favorite Mistake
You're a bad idea,
But I never care in the moment.
I've sung the same song about you over & over:
The Lover I can never have-
Unless it's for a rough roll between the sheets.
I've never been the woman to get caught up.
I've always been the one who loves & leaves before they've realized what I've done.
I'm far from innocent, a trail of scorned lovers mark my path.
Are you my damnation?
My punishment for all the hearts I've broken?
{including yours, on occasion}
You're my favorite mistake.
Your hands in my hair, hot breath on my neck.
Baby, you know just what I need.
Your fist clenched around my windpipe; your husky voice in my ear.
All tangled up with you is my favorite place to be.
Our encounters always leave me breathless.
You know my body like the back of your hand-
You know just how to touch me, exactly what to say.
& You use me so well.
I always loved and hated you,
But I hate you the most when I love
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To who I used to be
To the bright eyed girl I once was;
I'm sorry.
All you wanted was to love & to be loved.
So sweet at sixteen, you thought you were ready for the one.
Baby, I'm sorry.
I failed you. I hate to tell you that you'd be disappointed in who you've become.
You were filled with innocence and wonder,
Life was looking up.
Leaving home was going to happen, soon;
You felt so grown up.
You made some mistakes darling,
They've altered your life forever.
You know that boy you've been talking to?
The one you can't believe loves you?
He changes you baby, you change for him,
& Not in ways you should.
You're still a baby and you had a baby.
I know you say it's impossible, but it's true.
& Even though you love your baby with your whole heart,
The gods take him from you.

That made you change so much darling,
You grew up so fast,
Trying so hard how to figure out how to be a mother
Ten years too so
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Sleep Well My Angel
I didn’t become a mother when I saw the two pink lines,
But something changed.
What I had suspected for weeks was true,
& in a moment of fear, I realized my life was forever changed.
I didn’t become a mother when I saw you on the ultrasound for the first time,
But something changed.
I saw you wiggling around, only about the size of a peanut,
& I fell in love.
That was the first time I realized how much I wanted you,
You were mine, and that was never going to change.
I didn’t become a mother when I felt your first kick,
But something changed.
You wiggled and kicked me at least a dozen times that first night,
I was completely enchanted & I fell a little deeper in love.
I didn’t become a mother when the doctor showed me that you were a boy,
But something changed.
I was so surprised; I had sworn you were a girl,
But I was wrong,
But then again, everything about you was unexpected.
I didn’t become a mother when I started getting stretch marks,
But something cha
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Sometimes I Wish
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about how we would sit up in your bedroom and giggle in hushed voices,
Or forget how when you'd come over to my house we'd share secrets and wishes.
I wish I could forget how you'd tell me that I was beautiful, when really the beauty was always in you.
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about all of our inside jokes, and how we spoke.
Or forget how I told you all my secrets and let you see everything in me.
I wish I could forget how much you knew.
Sometimes I wish I could forget.
Forget about how you'd always tell me that you wished you were better.
Or forget about how I always said that you were perfect,
I wish I could forget that to you, perfection wasn't good enough.
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about how the day you told me, my heart shattered for you.
Or forget about how it didn't come as a surprise to me.
I wish I could forget how our story ended.
{I
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Feelings of Complexities
You invoke feelings of complexities,
Provoking desperation, longing and all my insecurities.
I don't need to hear of your annoyance:
It's caused by your own incompetence.
You can't expect to be able to comprehend me,
I'm trapped in the tangled web of insecurity.
Your invocation of intense emotion has done nothing for you,
All it's done is make me confused too.
You've always able to confuse me easily,
Though now you ache with feelings of inadequacy.
I saw the way you shivered when you shifted your eyes to my trembling lips,
I actually caught a glimpse-
I caught a glimpse of how you really feel.
Oh darling, we're such fools to think this was ever real.
It was only pretend, but that doesn't stop the longing in my chest.
There are occasions where I wish you would hold me and whisper that I'm the best.
I know you can see my desperation;
Darling you were the air I breathed and without you I'm suffering from asphyxiation.
I take a
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I Don't Love You Too
Dramatic stories told by half-open hazy eyes,
Words slowly turning into simple light lies.
 
Don’t-
I don’t want to hear what you have to say,
Please, give me a reason to stay.
 
I remember once, not too long ago you and I stood underneath the light of a full blue moon.
You brushed my hair back, told me that you were in love with me and gave me a single flower, the color of noon.
I smiled, but the moment you placed it delicately in my hand, I felt the flower die.
I kissed you, saying I felt that way too, but that moment was the end of the hello and the beginning of goodbye.
 
Tell me, could you ever tell that my words weren’t completely sincere?
Could you ever tell that some of my responses were automatic?
I’ll always care about you, my dear.
 
Where am I?
Where are you? Who are you?
How long has this love been dry?
I don’t recognize you anymore.
You’re so much different than the one
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My Only Regret is Who I've Become
I wish I wasn’t so afraid.
I wish I wasn’t so afraid of love.
I wish that it could have been easy,
I wish that I could have let him in.
I wish that I didn’t have to hide.
I run,
But I wish that I didn’t.
‘Cause each time I do, I’m throwing away something worth keeping,
But I’m just too afraid.
I’m terrified of giving someone the power to hurt me.
I hate being so weak.
I wish I could stand up to myself-make sure that I won’t leave until I have to,
I wish I could make myself fall in love again.
I wish I knew how to trust again,
But it’s hard to do when everyone you’ve put your faith in goes away & leaves you,
Making you feel like you’re the one who has committed a terrible sin.
{Sometimes I have, I’m not going to lie [tell, break her trust][hurt him, make him cry, continually say goodbye]
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Breathless
I'm breathless.
The pain I feel is too much for me to take.
I'm breathless,
I don't know what I can do-
I never wanted to fall in love with you.
I'm breathless:
I knew this would happen,
I expected it from the start,
I shouldn't have let you in,
But now you're the only one who can break my heart.
You know that I love you,
& I know that you love me, too,
But we can't be together,
We're too far apart.
We should have known better, baby.
Now I have to get myself over you.
You told me that you'd always love me,
But that night when you left, babe, you said that you hated me.
Part of me wishes that had been true,
'Cause then I would have never realized how deeply in love I am with you.
{Ignorance really was bliss}
It would have been better if we had just stayed away,
But just like in that song you sent me,
Your arms are like home to me,
& That's the only place I want to be.
But now you've
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You're My Subconscious Memory
I wish I could remember.
I wish I could remember the way it felt to be in your safe embrace,
I wish I could remember the way you taste,
& That buzzing that was left on my lips after we shared a kiss.
I wish I could remember your eyes and their color-
That bright, vivid green that's impossible to describe & forever embedded in my subconscious memory.
{But I know that memories aren't photographs, & I know my memory is not doing you any justice}
I wish I could speak to you again, {Your voice always calmed me down}
You always knew exactly what to say,
& You knew how to make everything seem okay.
I wish that you'd come back to me,
I wish that you'd wrap your arms around me, look me in the eyes & tell me that you love me,
Just like you used to.
I wish that we could be together,
'Cause baby, with you I'm whole, complete,
But when we're apart like this, darling, it kills me.
You were once mine,
& I was once yours,
& A
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I'm the One to Blame
I'm falling {Farther and farther}
I'm falling and losing myself,
& Despite my hopes,
I'm falling way too damn slow,
& I'm all alone.
I feel like I've lost all I've known,
And it feels like everything has disappeared.
I don't know what I'm going to do,
Especially now that I don't have you.
I'm all by myself,
& I've lost e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g that's ever meant anything to me,
& I'd do anything to get it all back,
But babe, I know I screwed it up, I know it's all my fault,
But I just wish that you'd come back.
I'm sorry.
I know you've heard me say that before,
But darling, I am, and I want you to know that I love you more than I can say,
& That I can't live without you.
I need you, baby.
I'm sorry,
I know you're gone,
You've disappeared, faded into nothing but dust,
& Deep down, I know that if I tried harder, I could have saved us.
I'm all alone,
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I'll Never Be Perfect
Perfect;
That's what you said I was.
Perfect;
It's what I thought you were.
Perfect;
That's what you told me we'd always be,
But now, darling, I know that you were lying to me.
'Cause there's no such thing as true perfection,
& That night when you left me, baby,
That was nowhere near perfect,
& That was the very last thing I wanted.
You told me I was perfect;
You told me that you loved me,
You told me that you could never leave me,
You told me that I was all you'd ever need,
But when you left me the other night,
I realized what I really meant to you;
                   Nothing.
        {I wish you would have stayed}
You showed me exactly what I meant to you when I saw her in your arms,
You proved to me that I was nothing; worthle
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Dark Whispers Chapter Three
Chapter 3
Destiny walked inside her large, beautiful suburban home as soon as the sun completely set behind the horizon, quickly closing and locking the door behind her as she silently walked passed the living room, noticing her mom drinking straight out of a bottle of Vodka. Shaking her head she continued on, but before she could completely pass the living room, she was spotted by her mother.
"Destiny! Destiny! Where were you? You're supposed to be home before dark!" Ms. Harper drunkenly shouted at her daughter.
"Sorry mom. I'll be home on time tomorrow. I promise," Destiny murmured.
"You better be young lady! You're gonna be in big trouble if your not! Go make dinner. Now."
"Yes mom. Of course, I'll go start it now," Destiny whispered, looking down and turning to go to the kitchen, placing her things onto the counter next to her as she prepared a meal for her and her mother.
While Destiny got the items she needed for dinner out, she sighed, thinking about how much she disliked
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Reformation of The Heart
                                                    Never would I ever
                               Have made that brave endeavor
                   Had I known, for absolute truth,
                              That we would not embark together.
                                                             
                                                        So,
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his name was August...
But you never really know. Sometimes you might feign indifference, shrug your shoulders, jut your chin, but it is always an illusion. A magic trick except
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He always smells of sunscreen and salt water. I sprawl languidly across a sun-bleached beach towel, fixated on his algae eyes alight with photosynthesis. A staccato sentence spills from his lips, something about sandy toes and driftwood bones, but I couldn't pay attention. The sun spooled through his disheveled tendrils at a peculiar angle and I caught myself captivated by those honeycomb curls.
-
Whisper-light flickers skitter on my skin; sunlight emblazoning textures deep within.
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033
I had a drink with my demons
They fell in love with the way
I slurred about the curve of your neck.
If something as sinister as my demons
Can sober up at the mention of your name
—And the Angels haven't said anything—
My heart must have done something right. 
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an atheist's prayer
dear god,
i planted no tulips in autumn
and no tulips came in spring.
how silly of me, then
to mourn the empty garden,
to long for fields of amsterdam,
to kneel at night in cold dirt,
hands folded.
i’ve learned there is
a certain ache in lacking
a thing never had, that small itch
whose relief is two seasons past –
so god, if you can hear me,
know that i am homesick
for amsterdam,
whose name, like yours, i know
but whose flowers i cannot see.
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metastasis
nana gave birth at eighteen
and caught cancer at forty-eight,
some summer-worn sunspot
spreading from skin,
first to take her breasts,
then to shake her bones.
forgive me, nana
for what i’ve done:
i will not give birth
at eighteen.
my rite has passed,
this sapling carcinoma
budding in my belly
to be excised from within,
to halt the swell, the warp
of skin and breasts
and bones, the intimate perversion
of flesh.
forgive me, nana
for the blood and the bruising,
for these new-empty hips, for
the air thick with lysol
and grief –
i have done as you did once
at forty-eight,
though melanoma never
had a heartbeat
nor stirred in the stomach
at dawn.
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vatican
his voice in the dark
something holy, holding
me to him, my coliseum
(did you see them,
the pillars steady like hands
beneath me, wreathed
with laurels?)

well
i didn't see it, baby, but
i felt it:
his heartbeat the drum
for the phalanx, the failing
of words as he moves over me
in parallax, in pax romana,
the exorcism of the holy ghost
within us, will us
from our knees --
well
i didn't see it, baby, but
i felt it:
the rise and fall of his chest
like empires
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The Last
Stop-motion words are
hanging for dear life
to the tongues of
lifeless voices,
begging to be spoken
through rotting teeth
to give purpose to an
otherwise forgotten spirit.
And choked fireflies
are sprinkled on the remnants
of me, as though
my damaged portions
would be more appealing
with the twinkling enchantment
of that winged being,
but fireflies bring no comfort
to dying words.
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The Stories I Tell
Faint scars near the elbow on my left arm
whisper kisses of how proud they are,
“You overcame this,”
and stretch marks show my age
like tree-rings.
My knee says “Remember that time when…”
and tells a story through discolored skin.
Mom says we can put something on it
to make the scars go away,
but they smile at me and
invent fables, making the cells underneath
dance in their seats like
children waiting
for the page-turn of a book.
And each goose-bump on my arms holds
a galaxy,
quasars erupting on my skin and
black holes forming moles which to me
look like constellations
(see here? It’s Orion,
and above it sits the Summer Triangle.)
I am a Universe
of bones I have broken and
tears I let turn to ash on my cheeks,
intergalactic highways traveling where I can’t see,
and each spot I can pinpoint—
beautifully emitting energy and melanin—
is the center of every Universe.
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Clocks with Arthritis
August
I remember being afraid.
I felt smaller than I had
in a long time,
and familiar faces
with unfamiliar names
only made me feel more alone.
September
She cried, and I didn’t know what to do
what to say
how to help.
So I taught her how to make paper stars
and wishes,
and that night she smiled in her sleep.
October
The nostalgia kicked in,
bringing with it bittersweet memories
(I thought I’d tucked them away),
and I had to stop myself
before I felt too much.
November
I dreamed I was in love
for about a week.
His smile made me giddy,
and I liked that he wanted to spend time with me.
Then I woke up
when I found out I had to be a different gender
for him to feel the same way.
December
And I realized that I’m terrified of growing up—
that I want to stay stagnant and never worry—
but Peter Pan doesn’t come for kids my age,
and there’s not enough pixie dust to go around.
(We would all fly away)
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Georgia pink dress :iconcathleentarawhiti:CathleenTarawhiti 248 34 Georgia pink dress 4 :iconcathleentarawhiti:CathleenTarawhiti 224 24 Two Tone Hair Stock 1 :iconmellodydoll-stock:MellodyDoll-Stock 15 6 Wet :iconsweettradestock:SweetTradeStock 59 3 move closer ... :iconmoniquedecaro:MoniqueDeCaro 1,638 104 Same old songs :iconkrmenxa:krmenxa 1,633 230 Birds :iconmariannainsomnia:MariannaInsomnia 2,685 97

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I'm a hurricane,
A whirlwind of excitement and passion.
Yet once someone catches a glimpse of my center,
It's the start of the end.

I've left devastated dreams in my wake;
Hopes crumbled down to the foundations
& Lives irrevocably changed.

My name drips reverently from the lips those I've tormented.
The pain. The hopelessness. The loss.
I'm not proud of what I've done.
Drowning someone in love still causes asphyxiation.

I was enchanted by you from the moment we first spoke.
You burned my walls down to the ground in an explosion of brilliant light.
The flood of my emotions forced me downstream
& into your fiery embrace.

The pull, the steam, the chemistry.
Two opposing forces collide.
The darkest depths of my soul
are no match for your piercing light.

The sincerity in your voice captivates me.
My body aches for your touch, my heart craves yours.
Baby, you have me burning up.

Are our hearts already intertwined?
I'm yours, are you mine?
I'm surrounded by your warmth, I'm lost in your gaze.
Is this what it feels like to be alive?

I can see the devastation that could be.
High tide could wash away all of your identity.
A wildfire could rip through and leave only ashes to me.

I can see the tranquility that could be.
Your voice alone calms my inner storms.
Your warmth makes me feel at home.

I'm lost in you, I can't help but get caught up.
Your light is blinding, your warmth is inviting.
Just hold on to me, love,
& Promise to never let go.
Hurricane

I'm a wanderess
I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city
Don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane
-
Halsey

Sometimes there's a person who helps you feel not so broken. :heart:
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My first mistake was falling in love with the sound of your voice;
Smooth, deep, and rich like top-shelf whisky.
Boy, I was hooked after just a taste.

Fire & Water,
You have me reaching boiling temperatures
With a single glance; a single word.

I'm an enigma, shrouded in mystery.
The sounds off my lips and the curves of my body draw you closer to me.
Babe, all I feel is pure electricity.

There's this pull-this magnetism;
A deeper understanding than I can voice,
A familiar presence that I already adore.

Unexpected, unpredictable.
Wild & beautiful-
I can't wait to see what the adventure of you and me holds.


They say the stars are too far.
Hundreds of thousands of suns
burning billions of light-years away.
Unreachable.

Through hazy eyes he smirks at me and takes another drag.
Sitting in his car at two AM on a warm summer night,
he's billions of light-years away.
Unreachable.

They say that the stars are too far.
But that's never stopped me before.
I'm a poet & a dreamer, I long for the
unreachable.

Through hazy eyes he smirks at me and takes another drag.
I feel him slipping away from me.
But that's never stopped me before.
I long for the unobtainable.

They say that the stars are too far.
I make wishes on them anyway.
Hoping that the hundreds of thousands of suns
hear my quiet prayer.

I'm a poet & a dreamer.
I long for the unobtainable.

Through hazy eyes he smirks at me and takes another drag.
I hold his hand in mine; tough skin against my delicate fingertips.
He looks out into the night and asks me why I'm wasting my time.
I squeeze his hand and whisper, "I long for the unobtainable."
Unobtainable
& I'd do anything.
6/1/16.

So, I'm writing poetry again! I wrote this one the other day, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I just had this idea of stars and this is the result. :D

Feedback Questions:
How was the flow?
Was the repetition too much/overly done?
What's the feeling this poem leaves you with?
Anything I could improve?

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Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me, & I can't get enough.
Fist in my hair, bruises on my body.
I ask him for more until I'm hoarse.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't need you to love me.
I just want you to touch right there.
& Once it's done you can leave.

Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I can't get enough.
Scars all over, ink scribbled on paper.
He's the one I'm always complaining about.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't need you to love me.
I know you think I'm some kind of angel,
don't let these innocent eyes fool you.

Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I can't get enough.
Fuck you, fuck me.
It doesn't matter as long as we both get that next hit.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't want you to love me.
I'm a broken bitch,
& I don't have any faith in love these days.

Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I love it.
Even though I know it's a terrible idea, I go back every time.
With every bruise and scar, I love him a little more.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
You can't love me,
my affection is a lethal toxin,
use at your own risk.
Terrible Habits.
My worst fear is to be truely loved.
Just fuck me till I can't think straight. Then it doesn't matter if there's any love at all.
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DA was always my diary when I was younger. It might be time to start using it again.

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Larathain Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2016
Happy birthday! May it be a day of perfect weather and joyful bliss! One you'll enjoy to often offer reminisce.
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Musical-Tragedy27 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2013   Writer
Happy Happy Birthday =]
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akarra Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2012  Student Writer
Watching. Your poems could easily be song lyrics with a bit of tinkering. Keep up the great work!
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Spuffy12 Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! (:
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AyA-KR Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the fave!
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TangerineTerranova Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the two faves!!!!
hope you have an amazing week!!!!! :D :D
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Spuffy12 Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're more than welcome! :D

You too! :D :D
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Vyctorian Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2012   Digital Artist
Thank you for the favorite
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Spuffy12 Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're more than welcome (:
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Vyctorian Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2012   Digital Artist
^.^
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