Why are my curves illegal? Are there too many to count? Does my body offend thee, When ye barely have one? Is my circumference upsetting you, Because you have none?
Their lack of gravity is seldom called out on, but these unmanageable hips My too many curves and these prepossessing thighs are always drawn upon Does mine body offend thee? When the acquitted ones lack one?
These curves are round and so is mother earth These thighs, soft velvet oceans My self-love? As strong and versatile as Woman And our curves? Human...
Don't know what you did to me You ruined the trust I had in everyone And everyone is out to get me in my head And reality became what I wanted But I'm so used to the worst things in life That I'm not happy with myself anymore
We both want each other. I don't care to see anymore obstacles. The way I see it is that all I imagine is kissing you softly while my hands finally touch your neck and reach your beautiful face. I'll kiss you and find my way to your neck but then you stop me because it's you who needs to be in control, like always. You pin me up against your bedroom wall with my hands above my head and your hand around my neck... Then all I hear is me calling your name, over and over again, all night.
I have to see people I hate everyday and pretend I'm alright but it kills me. Even now I'm just going through the motions, half-living everyday and not really paying any attention. I said I needed to go home and they said I'm already here. It doesn't feel like home.
I have never been so close to a gun, I imagined myself holding it, taking it out of it's black leather holster, and aiming it between my eyes. It must be heavy, to carry so much destruction in your hands. I wondered if they'd ever killed anyone, if they'd abused that power. I wanted to hold it, feel it's cold heart. I wanted to use my second amendment but I didn't know how. All my gun knowledge was from the movies and TV shows. There was something about removing the safety...I'll remember that.
I went into my room and I took the nearest pillow. I knelt. I screamed.
I wanted to go deaf so I didn't have to hear it anymore, does that make sense? Does anxiety make sense? Even without medication?
I just want everything to be perfect and all my loved ones happy and maybe that's why I'm constantly saying I'm sorry. What do I feel right now? Everything is probably fine but I'm still fucking shaking. I'm always shaking especially since last night happened. Can you explain anxiety attacks and anxiety disorders to me? It's basically me all the time trying and not...
I am so petrified that every time I blink I feel like you are nothing more than a dream.
You make me feel like there's still a chance for me. Like I can still be saved from being that girl who looks and feels like nothing more than a nightmare. You are forever my sweetest dream and I hope one day it is you who I wake up to, and not a tear stained face.