jessmak00
I'd follow you anywhere. The curve of your lips, the arch of your spine. I'd walk all over your sweet innocence and your need to have me even though I can't be yours. Oh, how I wish I could be yours. Until then.
bent.
bent like a fishing wire dad used to yell at me for tying wrong
bent like the twisted word we called family.
bent like my bones and my soul after he left
why couldn't you stay
why couldn't you stay
why couldn't you have stayed?
What a simple word. How did it acquire such a negative connotation in our society? Protest is what we need to do to make our world the best we can.
She deliberated over the menu, her brow creasing in discomfort of the awkward sexual tension at the table. "I'll have the... juicy, juicy, steak," she winked, knowing her actions aroused the others at the dinner.
The tears and blood mixed together on the glass overlay on the old yet refurbished furniture piece, no matter the condition, was now stained forever with the events that ensued the delicate body falling victim to her own demons.
Diverse were the emotions running through her brain, faster than the rainfall in Spring, colder than the winds of the fall. She knew not was she was feeling, only that she needed desperately to run from it all, before it ate her alive.
"I'm in charge of the brew,"
She laughs, handing him a styrofoam cup filled halfway with coffee.
"I got the brew, he gets the brownies."
She unwraps the brownie and suddenly the school smells like death.
I must brush my feelings like my teeth,
I must cleanse them of their dirty thoughts and of their dirty meaning..
I must be clean again, new, fresh,
I must be who I wish again.
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