Hopeless desires
In a daydream nation of
Drunk stars and
Messed up scars
On each neck and for wrist
Aching by, each and every minute
Within a corner, not walking
Not looking, with
Starry eyes.

Sometimes I miss the abusive men in my life.
It's like the difference between having a bouquet of flowers and a broken heart... Or just a broken heart.
I miss having a sweet-faced boy sing to me, even if he assaulted me.
I miss being told I'm beautiful by the farmer's son even if he forced blow jobs on me through tears.
I miss coffee and books in the park with the boy who made me search for him in a nightgown in a snowstorm.
I miss the sweet dreams because even if they were just dreams, all I have now is nightmares.

i'll admit i am a day dreamer xD

sometimes,
i wonder if he could ever
help
me
the girl that slouches in her seat with
eyes glossed over, staring into the bright light
of a screen.

sometimes,
i wonder if he’s met girls like me, helped
girls like me.
if he’d ever want to help
a girl like me, again.

i want him to hold me,
my shaky fingers
intertwined
in his.
for him to whisper,
“i’m here for you, always.” &
to squeeze me tight & never let go, chin rested
on the top of my head.

-sometimes i wonder

The days seem longer
When hands remain idle
When thoughts are empty
When goals aren't present
When phones aren't ringing
When clocks are creeping
When the sun is inching


But that gives plenty of time
to run away to day dreams.

Staring to winter wind
Touching deeply and inviting me to swim
Foolish me decides to stuck and sink
To the beautiful scene of daydream
A flawless story with perfect aim
Colorless screen turning to green
Oh no, someone please help me get outta here!

Mysterious person in my dream
your appearance is quite extreme

You feel like a dark, wretched theme
its enough to make me wanna scream