Those Sweet WordsYou held me close as we watched that horror movie, covering my eyes with your hand as if to protect me, I squirmed and squealed and hugged you tighter Buried my face in your chest and smiled at your scent.Those Sweet Words
Later we joked of safety precautions, to prevent the same ill-fate as the 2D stereotypes, the conclusion was made; we must never leave the flat. And I thought to myself, 'Not a bad idea'.
We spend alot of our days in small gestures, small words, a touch and a squeeze as you walk by in a rush, my hand on your back as you play the boss,
a kiss caught on camera w
Tired.I know you're tired of the stresses and strains, of the never ending day, of the little time we have.Tired.
I know I'm tried of the rushing and the pushing, and the talking, but not talking of seeing you, but not.
I know you're tired Of injustices and hypocrites, of ongoing indecisiveness, and your doormat capabilities.
I know I'm tired of the pulling and the worrying, of the pills I think you took and the arguement that will ensue.
I know you're tired, I know I'm tired, So here's an idea baby;
Anxiety.I wish I could tell you how I feel, But it's like I get something caught in my throat. Fear? I want to tell you, But there's fear.Anxiety.
Irrational fear.
You count the days as they go by And I count my blessings.
Having you here means everything to me, And still I hold back. I'm scared because I want to be able to tell you how I feel, But somehow I can't. That worries me.
It should be easy. It should be the most natural thing in the world, But I want so much for it to be perfect.
I think too much.
I need to
The SecretA ton of regret. A feeling of guilt. Overwhelming anxiety. A tear stained quilt.The Secret
Keep it a secret, No one else knows. Locked away deep inside of me, This darkness still grows.
This feeling of shame, Hangs over my head. It runs through my body like The blood to be shed.
Still I can't help but feel I've not felt enough pain. For the death of a baby A baby with no name.
Real Beauty.I look at myself in a mirror, Trace my fingers over lines and marks that I am unsure of. I was skinny once. Then I met a boy who changed my life and I got comfortable. But just lately I have been thinking. There must be a reason that he still whispers sweet nothings in my ears And strokes gently along naked flesh. He tells me I am beautiful and the look in his eyes says it is true. I look at myself once more and realise. Beauty is not a size twelve, pert breasts and 35inch legs. It is truth and reality, A body that screams of stories and history, Of a past, a present, &nbReal Beauty.
Wake UpWake up; your life is on fire, Washed down the drain when IWake Up
Walk into the room. I’m here to take away your innocence But I’ll replace it with love So don’t worry your pretty little head.
Break out of that shell. Break the shell of your own flesh. Break free in a bloody, painful, Beautiful, rhythmic moment of
Sensuous, unadulterated bliss.
My shoes guard the door.
But the fact remains. I talk the talk but I’m
Just
As Innocent As You are too preoccupied right now To notice as I bumble my way Thro
ummm...
How have you been recently? Not that it was that long ago when I saw you hehe.
*Blows kisses your way*
xx <3 xx
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