badbitch
Your crooked smile, your soft lips, and your hands fit perfectly with mine. This magnetic feeling has me gravitating towards you. I still see you across the room laughing and talking, and I wonder how you are mine. You are perfect and nobody could replace you.
Cubicles. Desks. Paperwork. Dead end job. Fake hair. Suits. Beanie Babies. Ghetto PC's. Paper clips.
I don't admit the things I should. Let it cluster fuck inside my head until finally it all implodes. I wonder if I'll die from guilt and lies, secrets and denial. If only I could show my true self to the one I love the most.
Little lady, your hair so soft, your skin so supple. Come and hop over here and get daddy a drink. You look so cute with your hair in pig tails, you know what sugar pie? You're my sexy little bunny, I will take care of you and nobody will ever get to lay eyes on your beauty. Come here my pet, and touch me with your holy hands.
She stuck her spiked heals into my soul and stomped on everything I thought was real. She was a vixen, red with desire, and I was green with envy. She was everything I wanted to be, everything I could never be. She can crush my holy enigma with her little high heels, she better fucking think twice.
pennies are worthless in this day and age. one cent is meaningless and honestly i'll donate that to your breast cancer fund at the grocery store, or the aids epidemic. this tiny penny will mean more to them than it could ever mean to me. maybe billions of them will add up and you'll find a cure to your disease.