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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.
& 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.
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deluge
you swept over me
like a sudden summer rain,
your thunder echoed
in my ears as your whispered
words of endearment
settled into the dimples of
my cheeks,
warming them with the dying
rays of a hazy summer sun;
and like lightning dancing in the heat
your calloused hands danced
across sunburnt shoulders
until the skies
turned an inky grey—
and I was drenched.
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Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
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A Moment
Place your hand over mine
Look me in the eye
Open my soul up and
Let it all unwind
Leave me dangling from a string
Wrapped around you, wrapped around my heart
Stretching, pulling,
Snapping
So what are you and I gonna do, my dear?
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