The Boy

The way he looks at me, Flirtatious and full of life, He doesn’t yet know me, Not even my life. He is not my friend I can tell, But the way he looks at me, I think I’m under a spell. The sparkle in his eyes, And the secrecy of his smiles, Butterflies in me…

Foreign Language

your love is a foreign language I’m not fluent in I have yet to understand that your hands around my neck does not mean “I love you”   Keep Reading 🙂 🙂 Love ❤ ❤

I miss you

I miss you  before you’ve even left. I see the writing on the wall in the distinct hue of my own blood, but I swear I don’t remember writing  a message stained “out of love”. My heart in my hands no longer on my sleeve beating, writhing, small screams saying “stop!” As it burns in…

Chat

A green dot is ever present on my Facebook the chap whose name is beside is endlessly having a lookyet he’s not communicated or had a wee chat he may well prefer his non-conversant hat others with green dots are seeking to speak to me they seem to hanker for my verbal spree that fellow…

Of losing love and failure

Her eyes told me a story Of lost faith and deception But she could calmly tell me It was a common misconception And she said it didn’t matter It was her body he was after You see, attention is attention And she never got it from her daddy Oh god we’ve heard it all before…

Silhouette

He came at night, with his ghostly charm. He explained to me that he meant no harm. He sat next to me, said he wanted to talk. So I held her hand, his skin like chalk. He said he was sorry for what he’d done, that all he wanted was to have some fun. And…

XXX

I sometimes want to be dominated  To be choked  Bruised  Yanked.  I want to lose my hair at your fingertips.  For you to make me  Yours, Make me cry  Make me sweat  Call me, “whore,” Make me beg.  Pull my hair  Call me “skank”  I need to physically be  As low as I feel.  To…