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Sudeshna D Feb 2019
I know what ensues.
It's a bitter fact,
Pain, hate and abuse.
It hurts me to say that
You're monstrous.

Just how can I hate you?
You were my hero once.
I cannot erase you,
You're the air in my lungs
But cancerous.
People we're attached to are sitting on a golden throne in our heads. The conscious realizes the toxicity, the subconscious has been dwelling in it comfortably for far too long to withdraw.
There’s nothing worse than a girl desperate for love:

A girl that pities herself enough to think she is so intrinsically broken
she couldn’t even connect with someone biologically destined to love her;
A girl stupid enough to learn that love is a reward that she must earn,
yet frantic enough to always work too hard for it;
A girl that overcompensates. Begs. Forces.
A girl that claims she ‘Doesn’t know what to do with love’
when it comes along, so that, naturally, she can smother it;
A girl who’s biggest fear is abandonment, yet is an expert on expecting too much;
A girl that’s waiting to be saved, but would tell you she doesn’t deserve it;
A girl that still obsesses over ways she has been bruised
when surrounded by people that have helped her heal;
A girl who’s self involved, with no sense of self;
A girl that cries. And cries. And cries.

There’s nothing worse than a girl desperate for love.
Nadai Dec 2018
I never knew how hypnotizing black and blue can be
My love
Chained to us I’ll make you understand
My love
We lose ourselves in broken skin, sore bones, and vacant eyes
My love
Don’t go spilling our secrets
My love
Don’t go spilling
My love
Don’t go
My love
Natasha Dec 2018
Throats hoarsen with daggered insults
A plea for control –
A threat of death–
A trust long frayed.

One arm reaches for the other
And uses it as a batting ram
A steady. beat.
Impounding on a vacuumed. chest.

And when hours pass
And scars are painted over
She provides flesh on a porcelain platter–
An apology for mistakes never made
She stares blankly beneath the sheets
And screams.
But hoarse throats make no sound.
You use to sneer at me,
As if you were better than me,
You use to look down at me through soft lashes,
You smoked so you could slowly choke me with ashes,
You would say "Without ME you are NOTHING",

Well I might not be much, but I AM something,
I will not stand in your shadow, I'll cast my own,
I won't let your self loathing deliver me into an early grave stone,

Although I must admit I crave the feeling of your flesh upon mine,
I want to slide your taste over my lips like fine wine,
Im slightly disgusted by this need to satisfy this primal hunger inside  me,
My body betrays me while an unnatural lust brings me to my knees,
The only good thing about you was your ability to ******,
Only through carnal cravings could we call a truce,

You thought that if you could make my body feel good I would need you,
You would tell me that the only thing I was good at was laying beneath you,
You tried to dig me up so that I couldn't bloom where I was planted,
You thought those fevered desperate kisses would keep me enchanted,

I left because I got tired of your lust games,
we don't share anymore perverted love claims,
When I think of you now I snicker, too no one in particular,
I liked how you were twisted and ******,

But thats all I liked about you,
Its funny how I was so drawn but also so repulsed by you,
I guess that means that I'm a little sick too,
I don't regret it though, cause then I'd have to admit that a part of me cared,
Try not to mourn the wicked temptations that we shared,

I'm fine on my own, are you;
dead eyes Dec 2018
thisgirl: cornfield prince 2:05 A.M.

Everybody told me
love is like a bomb.

thisgirl: you're just another James Dean 2:05 A.M.

The trigger's in your fingers
it never takes long.

thisgirl: little boy with a man's dream 2:06 A.M.

But touch is just the **** switch
and love is just a song.

thisgirl: you never speak your mind 2:06 A.M.

Only takes a second
then you sing along.

thisgirl: loving you is killing time 2:06 A.M.

Body count of nothing
audience of one.

thisgirl: killing time is killing me 2:06 A.M.

Lyrics like a symptom
feelings are an illness.

thisgirl: but at least it's not killing you 2:06 A.M.

It's everywhere you go,
it's everywhere you go.

thisgirl: if it does just **** me too 2:06 A.M.

Can't even hide
you remember each part.

thisgirl: anything is better than this 2:06 A.M.

Lyrics like a symptom
they'll always plague your heart.

thisgirl: drain me with your dead eyes 2:06 A.M.

Love is just a song
but feelings are an illness
never play along.

thisgirl: im so sorry 11:34 A.M.

thisgirl: dont leave 11:34 A.M.
Drunk texts; the greatest innovation of our time.
AJ Nov 2018
To spend with someone who embarrasses you.
To spend someone who angers you.
To spend with someone who disgusts you.
To spend with someone who makes you feel unwanted.

Life is just too ******* short

To be spent with someone like me
I tell myself all the time that good things are too good to last and now I think I’ve finallu convinced myself
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