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”I can still feel you on my finger tips,

Wine flavored lip gloss. Loose lips, Sink Ships. He’s got the claws like a the jaws of a beasts. He opens my mind like he’s cutting me open like, I am a glass jar. Thickening my insides. Just like the blanket, he wraps me up. So tightly I can’t get out. I am suffocating in his world.

Pink pads for all the pink little lace dresses. For all the pink rabbit masks. Baby I ask, ”Am I your secret obsession?” Am your secret lesson?” ”Just some girl you used up to dry your wet ones with so, you can toss up and buy more with.” ”To use your lustful tokens galore with.” ”So, you can say I broke up with her, ”she was too much,” I found some other whore.” She was less,” ”Let me say a DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. LESS OF A BROKEN SLITHERED SLUTTY MESS.” ”This new little will do.” ”Onto the next high heel toe.” Onto ”the next girl to lick my new steel toe shoe boots.” She won’t cry and scream like Corvina did.”

“Bear looks at his new little and laughs! and, said “You see this ribbon here!” ”I burn ribbons like hers when, ”they act up and I send little girls like her off in boxes with the word in it called, ”worthless’!’ ”obsession”!” Don’t be worthless!” I will do the same to you.” ”He looks at his new little ties a purple ribbon around her blonde hair and burns Corvina’s pink ribbon and laughs.”

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Better Off Alone

I have come to the self realization,

There is no playing pretend boyfriend and girlfriend.

I am done wearing each others skin like the sins we try to hide away

before letting each personal demon in from the other person’s life.

 

Tired of teaching myself how to survive when, people hurt me, leave me and stone wall me. Learning how to love myself, is utter hell. When, everyone around you is kicking you while, your bloody and bruised crying on the ground.

In the cement jungle, I am a lost jungle princess surrounded by all these men who claim to be kings but, are truly clowns.

Time for this princess, to ride her own horse and carry her own sword.

Fuck your protection, fuck your empty promises, fuck your pleasure, and fuck you.

I give myself everything. Nothing can measure to the way I love myself.

No one needs a fake partner, pretend love, let’s fuck and shut our feelings off? When, we become completely real with one another. Avoid, run and hide from each other.

Better yet, fuck the next girl or guy right after each other and pretend we never met.

Because, we live in a world where, silence and being anti-social is fade and people worship their screens, and electronics instead, of talking face to face with one another.

No one wants to communicate and be honest. We have lost the true tradition and value of speech and communication.

It’s so sad, what is happening to the young nation. Everyday I wake up in devastation

to try and change a world that is slowly dying.

In order to gain my strength, no more soul searching for my other half.

I am better off alone fighting my own wars.

I am done trying.