Fairytales are real, only after death.

Death with benifits

I'm the misinterpreted bathroom decor, that you keep bumping into but dont bother to take down. Because I fill the cracks in your walls, even though I'm not a conversation piece. They still talk, and the faucets stay on and I drown and rust. While you pack up and leave. A permanent fixture, still hung up on you.

I'd sink into melotonin masterpieces, but in scared I'll wake up and you won't be there.

On the bed made up of grief
Tucked in with neat linen lies lined sheets
Fluffy pillows to lay your aching brain on
The warmest cover, to always keep you cold

Battling depression is;
Clean fingernails
Under fresh pillow-cased beds
When you forget to eat
But in the good way
Paying bills
On time
For everything
Being able to be late just once
Showering always
Scrubbing
Not crying.

I laughed,
Handing him the bottle of *****,
"Here's your liberator"

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linger, even when the snow melts.
when the tires tread normally,
stay with me until morning,
dont leave abruptly,
linger.

I don't know how you can love someone you've never met, but I miss you everyday.

Her hips are angel wings,
Taking her higher,
Than the pitches in her moans,
Take a deep breath,

I wait for you to unblock me, to unstop me, from feeling all this blasphemy. I wait for you to share the same feelings as me. I wait for you to like me, me, me, me. Me as I am or who I want you to see me. Either or the same girl blends well, bleeds great.

I post another picture, “ Love the life you live.” As I swallow the last pill.

Are you running after life, or is the after life running after you?

le soleil, literally translates to; "the sun". I've studied it so much. That the bindings on french dictionary's know my name. And ask me honest opinions about words on the pages. I say nothing, because think of nothing the but the sun in your eyes. But it was just the fire in mine. All second glances are not meant to be

God take my breath away, it's been a while since your words graced my lips.

Take me back to being a young girl,
When dancing down the streets of Jerusalem was an every Monday morning thing.

Take me back to your wonder of the world.

Heavens mercy seat,
Is pretty far from me,
I'm breaking down,
I'm defeated

Running feels great...
Especially when it's 2:00 in the morning,
And you know the foot steps behind you,
Don't belong to a friend.

Don't tell me I'm pretty, I did not choose the way my features aligned themselves, or the texture of my hair, or the color on my skin. Tell me I have a beautiful mind, tell me you love my honesty. Tell me the way the rain makes me happy, makes you happy, compliment me on things I've worked on, on things I've developed. Don't tell me I'm ugly, I did not choose the way my features aligned themselves, or the texture of my hair, or the color on my skin. Tell me the way I enter a room like a hurricane infuriates you, tell me my tactlessness hurts you and everyone around me, tell me my inappropriate mouth is offensive and crude. Critique me on things I can change, make me a better person. I don't care how you think I look.

is it bad, that I've never made love,
but I sure know how to ****,
My favorite line,
From my least favorite song.

Aloneness; void of occupancy.

The satellites parted, opening as her King stepped down onto the rings of Saturn. They'd meet like this each night, the Love gravitating her spirit towards Him. No telescope nor spaceship could ever come close to witnessing, the beauty of the eye of the beholder. And he beheld her. In the palms of His hands. His presence like oxygen, his tears like the guilt of life weighing down her back. The Stars danced for only her, and the sun only shone to come up and kiss her pale cheeks.    A father does whatever he can to make his little girl happy. But sadly I'm stuck on the earth, lighting my window on fire. Watching as the screen burns out. Thinking of the bruises along my back. A father is suppose to do whatever he can to make his little girl happy. One day I'll break your jaw, so I'll never have to see it clench up again, as you scream your worthlessness into my ears. I wish I was the reason that there was rings on Saturn.

What kind of company do you keep,
Beneath the sheets,
We make flowers & eat raspberries
To the sound of oceans in your violin,
I picture *** as an orchestra,
Slightly off key,
The dial in your pupils calling my name,
Trembling treble,
Allegro,
Presto,
I'll never know why we make such harmonys,
Between the sheets,
Nothing to do with love,
Just passion.

Do I have to display my pain on stage for pay? Do you need to hear the crack in my voice to earn the coin? To know the sincerity in my lack of integrity is worth the paycheck.

I want my chest to stop aching, I want to know that I’m leading myself in the right direction.

I put my idioms on the window sill, to see if they would grow.

It's been a long time naturally,
That'll I'll cry myself to sleep,
Soothingly,
Exhaust the brain until thinking isn't able,
Wash your cheeks dry with the memorys,
Pain doesn't go away Exspecially on cloudy,
Days,
This void radiates out of my chest,
You filled it so well...
Collate the broken shells of life...
I hate being human.

I leaned my aching head into the bottle,
Drinking it all in,
Your tongue thirsts for me,
You can't get my name off your lips,
Your hands wrap around my hips,
Telling strangers how beautiful I am,
I'll shove you away,
*******
At
His
Finest

I want nothing more than to be the half hearted scribbles, on the right hand of your math work sheet. The box of cheese its, you keep behind the passenger seat. You'd eat them after to school on your way to work. I wonder if I ever crossed your mind, on those busy back roads.
           *I wouldn't want you to crash

I hope you sleep well, beneath the ocean swell, against the cool rocks. Beside the crevices of your mind. I love you.goodnight

I'm not sure what I'd bring to the table at the end. His hair slicked back with malice and bad intent, the slimey words spoken into my ear at night,"daddy issues".  My lord loves me. I don't have daddy issues!!! I HAVE ISSUES WITH DADDY. Get it straight brain, give me a break.

Running the fine hairs against my palms,
The cold wooden, slick wooden, handle,
Wondering which tree was this tool born from,
Vast colors on every single pallet,
A simple two syllable word,
Could not desribe their rich beauty,
My shaken hand guiding,
The straight and steady paint brush,
Lines lines lines lines,
Dark and light and dark and light,
A swirl of emotions on a piece of paper,
Heart racing,
Mind wandering,
Wanderlust,
Or just lost,
Not enough color,
Not enough shapes,
Swirls and spirals,
Like spirits in the sky,
Aluminous beauty,
Sprites dancing under mother Luna,
A shabby shacked city,
Full of sleeping children,
Or maybe star crossed lovers,
Maybe the kids from sandlot,
Cause they never really grew up,
Maybe heaven or hell,
But it's beautiful,
And I made it,
I drownd the paint brush,
Into the blackish blueish pool of water,
Swirling,
My finger tips dip into the paint,
Cold and calming,
Like a ghost of a friend,
I use to know,
Smearing the masterpiece into exiestence.

I have a bad habit of falling for Gamblers,
Cause they believe in chance

Want to talk about aliens?

This place as lost it's vibe, mediocre poets at best. Don't tell me what I want to hear, rip the words out from my chest. I'm still sore from your absence.

Jesus Christ wipe the sadness from my cheeks.

i hate you, why do you hate me?
i don't, I just want to test it out and see how it feels. Incase one day I do.* he smirked, **so you're one of those planning ahead types?

If I could've died that night, I would've to avoid contact. Failing to find out how fractured your heart has always been.

I threw a party tonight,
The rules were no clothes,
Only me & you were invited...

I could write goodbye poems all night,
But all I'm good at is staying,

He's not going to give you fish, He's going to teach you how to fish.

God, if your listening.

No man,
Tells you his life tale over a cup of tea,
And a good solid book,
Or a beautiful painting,
It comes out,
As he's lacing his boots up at 6am,
Hickeys and bite marks on his left shoulder,
His cologne still fresh on the mangled sheets,
He forgets your name a couple times,
As he's babbling about his past,
About the time,
His momma dropped him off on the first day of middle school,
And never came back,
Packed her **** and left,
Headed west he said he believed,
Leaning back against the pillows,
Letting go of the built up air in my lungs,
I closed my eyes,
As he whispered thanks for the fun dear,

You can't forget about a girl like me,
You cannot settle for someone else,

Curl back into your turtle shell, solitude suits you well. Voice cracking, like a prepubescent teen. Love you more

My mouth is like a garbage disposal

****** over, ****** up, and ******* done.

The last time I heard "Beethovens 5 Secerets", I was in your arms. Writing amazing poetry. It came on tonight, ***** shuffle. My heart stopped & I danced & for the first time in weeks I didn't have to miss you, because your feet were next to mine...

Breathing between half naked gasps of torn away clothing. Relief as your lips mend mine. Guitar stringed lullaby, it's not reality. But it's real enough, for my hand to brush. Up against, between your thighs. To kiss all the mysterious places that you hide...it's the way your skin feels against these fresh sheets. That make you stay...

Waves, braids. Dig deeper into the punnet squares. Certify your cells. "what are you mixed girl". "Tell me yo daddy is black".
I'm sorry, I'm just a white girl with nice hair. It's not all that, I'm not all that. It's not a weave, or something I've sowed into. I didn't buy into, my genes. They bought into me.