December 2009
“All I think about is you, even if I’m not positive you feel the same way.”
– (via alisssaalove) (via lostnspiration)
Hits a bit too close to home.
Your Harem Girl
Is leaving the cult. I can’t be one of who knows how many anymore. I can’t rest easy knowing you tell them all the same things you tell me. I can’t not be enough anymore. We aren’t friends, we never were. We can’t be lovers anymore either. Lose my number (not really), forget my name (don’t let me go), and scram (fight for me). I wanna be worth it for once.
Soooo
I’m sick to my stomach of people spreading shit and thinking it’s ok. You aren’t as sweet and fragile as you make yourself out to be. I’ll bet you didn’t share your claims of conquest with them or anything close to the real truth, or they wouldn’t be attacking us. You turned us into cariacatures of the worst people ever and they didn’t bother asking us...
Shhhhhhh...
It’s funny how you look so surprised to see me laughing and having fun with my friends…did you think I existed only for those awkward, sweaty nights with your clammy hands and skill-less mouth? I am a unique human being with a unique outlook on life, who just started a job and finals and is losing her mind due to stress. You can fuck yourself if you think I’m going to act...
Nerves.
Tiny razored fireflies are trying to escape the chasm in my torso, ripping and pulling with each barbed wing to tear their way out. Whoever called them butterflies wasn’t looking closely enough. These winged terrors will be the death of me.
How is it cool or brave...
…To look up a complete stranger online and add them as a friend just so you can attempt to insult them despite the fact that they’re falling down laughing at your poor attempts at communication? Cause personally I think it’s hilarious that you’re still responding to my “do I know you” on your page because I’ve already deleted you off mine. If this is the...
Fuck-you to Tumblr
I have discovered that I cannot insert line breaks in my phone. Tumblr doesn’t like that, maybe it’s not hip enough to have line breaks and stanza breaks but considering this site is used by poets and writers and artists and we’re all a finicky, fickle bunch, tumblr better hop on the bandwagon and cater to our finicky, fickle needs because my poem is not a paragraph and it was...
Coping.
Just a little sip to numb the pain, a
drop to bring you love and make it feel
better that he’s not
here and he’ll never be
here and holding you and whispering your
praises in your ear as he makes you
feel. Feel something for once, and it’s so
strong you’re breaking but you cover it up and practice
laughing so he doesn’t know he’s tearing you
apart. And maybe sometimes you slip and you let...
-Fine, get drunk.
-That's the point of drinking rum.
Feminine Wiles
Hey…do you mind if I put on a little
makeup?
A little, armor? A little
proof I’m a woman despite these,
tree trunks I stand on and this
belly I swear is female.
I swear.
Sorry, I’m feeling a little
mannish today, need to defend my body, each feature from the
critics that scream in my mind and magazines. They’ve
infiltrated my tv shows and
music tracks, take the tone of mommy and
daddy,...
Cat-Scratch Fever
Have you ever been
…horny? Of course
you have. It’s
tactile, like the term cat-scratch fever, makes you wanna cat-scratch your way up his naked spine feverishly, feverishly doing, anything to tame that itching under your skin that, swerve to your hips that makes you think of… thrusting hips and, kissing lips when, you should be thinking of… Spreadsheets. Term...
Relationshit.
We do it because it feels
good. That slosh of fire
in the back of our throats that slowly
numbs our pain and heartache. That
tickle in our tummies that tells us the best is
yet to come and promises to be worth
our while like a desperate boy in
our bed swearing he’ll make us come this time.
That loosens our morals and bends
our wills backward in an
ancient mating dance
that makes us...
