You sent her to her knees as if you were a god who needed praising
It's too bad advantage isn't all you took of her
Besides her innocence, her self respect, her dignity
You stripped her of her friends
Told her to choose them or you
After convincing her she was nothing without you
So I guess it's no wonder that you became her everything
While she remained your nothing
Just a marionette to manipulate
Just a hole to fuck
Well she was more than that to me
Yet after you she was just a shell of her former self
You were the first but not the last in a long line of men who used her
But you set the precedent
And I blame you
Although
portrait of a future self by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
portrait of a future self
I can see into my future
five years give or take graduating from
backseats to cheap apartments and sleazy motel rooms
seeking refuge in the arms of strangers
making the mistakes of my foremothers
filling a void to fill a void
but each affair will leave me
more empty than the last
unable to afford love so I'll
settle for the knock off
hoping body heat may thaw my frozen heart
but the feeling of lonely
penetrates deeper than any lover can reach
and each night it burrows in a little further
making a home in my middle
until I become pregnant
with the emptiness
I hope to tie a lover down with
umbilical cords and
your silence speaks volumes by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
your silence speaks volumes
Running fingers over flesh
Reading the brail of your skin, spelled out in scars and imperfections
Telling the stories of a life
Battered knees speaking of the childhood cut short
Stretch marks showing the way you grew up to fast and the way it tore you apart
Bumps where bones tried to mend themselves
From back in the days when asking for help was forbidden
Because it meant admitting there was a problem
Scars from old wounds excused by falls and accidents
A narration of a time before he learned to hurt you where no one else could see
Your body whispering tales of the nights you scrubbed skin raw
Trying to wash off his fingerprints
I do it for the sunshine by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
I do it for the sunshine
Your mood is like the weather
Always changing when we're together
Because I bring out the hurricane in you
And I'm never sure what I'm supposed to do
Board up my windows or seek high ground
Yet your storm is the only comfort I've found
Because I know the skies will clear
Although sometimes your sunshine is undeniable
I know the forecast is unreliable
So I pack an umbrella, just in case
And although sometimes it's told on your face
Your mood cannot be predicted or measured
It's not a question of temperature or barometric pressure
It's a question of feeling
I can tell when you're hot and I know when your cold
I know when to seek
denial only gets you so far by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
denial only gets you so far
Heartbreak leaves blood stains
Your absence is hunger pains
Needing means less than wanting
But I hope you won't think less of me
You see, loving is one of those dumb things you do
The harder you're trying not to
I'm trying not to love you
But I struggle
This desire is problematic
Since my love for you is automatic
It's like trying not to breathe
And it always ends in gasping
Crave hands clasping
Lips locking
Hearts stopping
Because it's enough to kill
And I'm afraid of the promises unmade
That I already refuse to believe
And I question the words unsaid
Because I assume you want to deceive
Experience has taught me that pe
because I see you judging me by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
because I see you judging me
I could candy coat the razorblades to make them more appealing
I could shoot you with some Novocain to modify the feeling
But who am I to tell you to choose my way of dealing?
And who are you to tell me
That I'm handling my misery improperly?
Ignorant, please take a seat
Consider this your education
You tell me I have a problem, well we've established that
My body shows the scars of solitary combat
And when you see them you're removed from your ignorant bliss
With a look of horror and disgust you ask me why I'd do this
But when I give you the explanation; it's self preservation
A way of dealing with isolation and frustration
It
you are my biggest fear by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
you are my biggest fear
On Halloween I wore a big sign that said, "No."
And people would stop and ask me,
"What the hell are you supposed to be?"
And I'd solemnly reply, "Rejection,"
Because that's the scariest thing of all.
High school sweethearts, like you see in movies,
Trading letterman's jackets and class rings.
They're perfect, the pair everyone envies,
Holding hands and whispering sweet nothings.
They dream about their future together,
Sharing sunsets and milkshakes and laughter.
Both unsure of what their love can weather
But hope for happily ever after.
Parents speak of marriage, a church wedding,
Of grandchildren and white picket fences,
But what if this dream isn't their heading?
They wish to love without consequences.
But this doubt they have, they'll keep denying.
For now they'll imagine love's undying.
You sent her to her knees as if you were a god who needed praising
It's too bad advantage isn't all you took of her
Besides her innocence, her self respect, her dignity
You stripped her of her friends
Told her to choose them or you
After convincing her she was nothing without you
So I guess it's no wonder that you became her everything
While she remained your nothing
Just a marionette to manipulate
Just a hole to fuck
Well she was more than that to me
Yet after you she was just a shell of her former self
You were the first but not the last in a long line of men who used her
But you set the precedent
And I blame you
Although
portrait of a future self by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
portrait of a future self
I can see into my future
five years give or take graduating from
backseats to cheap apartments and sleazy motel rooms
seeking refuge in the arms of strangers
making the mistakes of my foremothers
filling a void to fill a void
but each affair will leave me
more empty than the last
unable to afford love so I'll
settle for the knock off
hoping body heat may thaw my frozen heart
but the feeling of lonely
penetrates deeper than any lover can reach
and each night it burrows in a little further
making a home in my middle
until I become pregnant
with the emptiness
I hope to tie a lover down with
umbilical cords and
your silence speaks volumes by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
your silence speaks volumes
Running fingers over flesh
Reading the brail of your skin, spelled out in scars and imperfections
Telling the stories of a life
Battered knees speaking of the childhood cut short
Stretch marks showing the way you grew up to fast and the way it tore you apart
Bumps where bones tried to mend themselves
From back in the days when asking for help was forbidden
Because it meant admitting there was a problem
Scars from old wounds excused by falls and accidents
A narration of a time before he learned to hurt you where no one else could see
Your body whispering tales of the nights you scrubbed skin raw
Trying to wash off his fingerprints
I do it for the sunshine by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
I do it for the sunshine
Your mood is like the weather
Always changing when we're together
Because I bring out the hurricane in you
And I'm never sure what I'm supposed to do
Board up my windows or seek high ground
Yet your storm is the only comfort I've found
Because I know the skies will clear
Although sometimes your sunshine is undeniable
I know the forecast is unreliable
So I pack an umbrella, just in case
And although sometimes it's told on your face
Your mood cannot be predicted or measured
It's not a question of temperature or barometric pressure
It's a question of feeling
I can tell when you're hot and I know when your cold
I know when to seek
denial only gets you so far by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
denial only gets you so far
Heartbreak leaves blood stains
Your absence is hunger pains
Needing means less than wanting
But I hope you won't think less of me
You see, loving is one of those dumb things you do
The harder you're trying not to
I'm trying not to love you
But I struggle
This desire is problematic
Since my love for you is automatic
It's like trying not to breathe
And it always ends in gasping
Crave hands clasping
Lips locking
Hearts stopping
Because it's enough to kill
And I'm afraid of the promises unmade
That I already refuse to believe
And I question the words unsaid
Because I assume you want to deceive
Experience has taught me that pe
because I see you judging me by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
because I see you judging me
I could candy coat the razorblades to make them more appealing
I could shoot you with some Novocain to modify the feeling
But who am I to tell you to choose my way of dealing?
And who are you to tell me
That I'm handling my misery improperly?
Ignorant, please take a seat
Consider this your education
You tell me I have a problem, well we've established that
My body shows the scars of solitary combat
And when you see them you're removed from your ignorant bliss
With a look of horror and disgust you ask me why I'd do this
But when I give you the explanation; it's self preservation
A way of dealing with isolation and frustration
It
you are my biggest fear by fiveoclockblue, literature
Literature
you are my biggest fear
On Halloween I wore a big sign that said, "No."
And people would stop and ask me,
"What the hell are you supposed to be?"
And I'd solemnly reply, "Rejection,"
Because that's the scariest thing of all.
High school sweethearts, like you see in movies,
Trading letterman's jackets and class rings.
They're perfect, the pair everyone envies,
Holding hands and whispering sweet nothings.
They dream about their future together,
Sharing sunsets and milkshakes and laughter.
Both unsure of what their love can weather
But hope for happily ever after.
Parents speak of marriage, a church wedding,
Of grandchildren and white picket fences,
But what if this dream isn't their heading?
They wish to love without consequences.
But this doubt they have, they'll keep denying.
For now they'll imagine love's undying.
You Are Almost Home by LanternGothique, literature
Literature
You Are Almost Home
We have been filling our distended bellies with too many stars. Too much passion and not enough hope, so careless hands always seem to break us. Leave us with black holes forming beneath our ribcages, licking at the ends of our lungs and hearts. So it's no wonder we always feel a little nauseous, a little unable to breathe like we are drowning in brackish oceans. It's no wonder we forget these words. These shoulder blades, wrists, elbows, cheekbones, jaws. This beauty like the red bend of apples or the insides of bottom lips, peeling away to reveal small, black matchstick legs that will one day ignite like faith. Like the self-worth our stoma