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Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

wounded

it's how much i want you
how much i need you next to me
on top of me, under me
or touching me
in any possible which way
it's how much
i crave to taste you
to have your flavor
upon my devilish lips
my saliva dripping
from salacious skin
it's how much
i yearn to hear you
either in conversation
or releasing impassioned moans
breathing heavily
in sync with me
breathing sound sleep
or just… breathing
it's how much i desire
to smell like you
as our bodies ephemerally swirl
to stifle scarlet passions
to awaken a fervid lust
for symphonic sighs
as i free the melodies
by striking your chorus
with my benevolent baton
it's how much i wish
to gaze upon a silhouette
radiating sultriness
as it loses itself
viscerally against me
it's how much i ache
for your ravishing kiss
it's how much
i'm already addicted
to it

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

I'm sorry :)

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

raiindrops

I'm sorry :)

I'm sorry for being me
I'm sorry for having too many flaws
I'm sorry that I've pushed you away
I'm sorry I don't say much anymore
I just don't know what to do
I'm sorry I'm so hard to understand
Too complicated for anyone to stay
I guess that's why everyone ends up leaving me
Don't worry, I'd leave me too
I'm sorry that I don't have an explanation as to why I'm so sad
I don't know how to change that
I'm sorry I don't have motivation to save myself anymore
I'm giving up on me
Just like you did too
I'm sorry I'm constantly anxious and biting my nails
I'm sorry that when you speak I'm just silent and cold
I'm sorry that I'm down sometimes
I try not bother you with my problems
"I'll be okay I promise" I lie time and time again
You believe me and think I'm fine
But in reality
I'm never going to be okay and that really scares me

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

Who I am

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

R

Who I am

I am that creepy stare
Across the hall.
The weird laugh
In the crowd.
The shortest one
ever.
The girl who just
Wants to be happy.
The girl who looks happy
But is so empty.
Who wants to travel.
Who wants to go
To college far away.
Who wants to speak
3 languages.
Who wants to be
Famous.
Who loves a good book.
Who cries when
Sherlock dies/not.
Who smiles at the thought
Of others smiling.
Who likes older men cause
She has daddy issues.
Who has an old soul.
Who likes girls way more
Than she should.
Who writes poetry
To get her feelings
Out.
Who takes art seriously and
Tries her best not to
Make art on her wrists.
Who wants the best for
The people she loves.
Who wants to make magic
With Harry potter.
Who just wants to fit in.
Who wants to be
Happy.
Who wants to smile for
Real.
Who wants to live.

I'm sure there is more but it's 7 ******* A.M. And I'm tired as ****.
x

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

More or Less (10w)

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

echo

More or Less (10w)

.
More than
friends
and
Less than
sure

Of the future
.

08.09.2013

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

this is my mind, everyone.

Sep 2013 tiaamaariaa

modelb0nes

this is my mind, everyone.

I don't know.

maybe I don't want anyone in my life.
maybe I just want to be left alone,
go somewhere far away, I don't know
maybe I just want to get away
from here and-

And I don't exactly know
where I want to go.
I just want to go.

I don't know.

The last two lines weren't suppose to rhyme, ermygawd. Anyways I'm listening to three months by the local natives and what happens when you write to a local natives' song? This. A poem that starts with I don't know. Eh. Well.

[And btw, this poem isn't even edited. I just wrote on here (for the first time) oops].