Why can’t you love me? Did our past together traumatize you so much that you decided to do everything in your power to purposely hurt me? Did she hurt you so much that you forgot how to treat others? Did she drain all the life and kindness that was left in you? Is the way … Continue reading My kryptonite
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Demonically Beautiful..
My eyes fog up and over flow with pain. It paints my face tragically like a painter does to his canvas. But my lover thinks im beautiful... But to me I feel like a monster because I know what I have done and I know the secrets I keep hidden. I no longer wish to … Continue reading Demonically Beautiful..
The Outlaw
"So I guess I can't get respected around here unless I pull my panties down or start cutting dicks off" I say while holding a blunt in my hand and looking at my reflection in this full body mirror. I admire my curly long hair as well as the mole under my left nostril. I … Continue reading The Outlaw
Always get even…
The sight of him causes my heart to cry. I hate feeling weak and he is one of those people who hurt me in a way no one else can. He is that kind of pain I didn't see coming. He walks over to me with that charming smile on his face like he always … Continue reading Always get even…
‘Our’Wild Hearts
"This is Angela" He whispers in my ear while standing behind me. She laid on "our" bed in this black bra and panty set. I remembered her... She was at the club that he took me to.. The club that he helped me decorate with my blood. All I wanted to do was rip her … Continue reading ‘Our’Wild Hearts
My home
I hold my face and wince in pain as i watch him towering over me like a skyscraper i so desperately wanted to climb. I love him and i hated myself for it. All this over me being upset about him flirting with another girl. I knew exactly what i was getting into when i … Continue reading My home
Wild Hearts
I stare into his eyes while he holds a gun to my head. The cooling sensation of the barrel between my eyes made me feel alive. I had my gun pointed where his heart sleeps. We were so still we looked like a piece of art. Beautifully deranged. All that filled the air around us … Continue reading Wild Hearts