Tag: romance

the same song

we were out of tune; off-key, each caress felt wrong, more unlikely than stars without a blanket of dreams. dreading you, dreading us, i tore skin, for you, i gouged flesh, for us. nothing but a bag of bones, for what? in vain? or for us? cowardice mice, men dressed in false skins, we were ...

meant to be?

were we meant to be daffodils caught in a tree? floating endlessly? tangling in the stinger of a bee? i could never tell because you meant more to me; your smile having me list these silly things ✨🌙 @amateur_poet Advertisements


emotions ebb from me in waves, raw emotions drown me in flames. desperate to be set free its cage, a monster awaits to come out and play. but what if i want more than bated threats and somber eyes? who will look upon me and mourn, when I die? summer flings are for the songbirds ...


even when fear stalled my tongue, and anger took reign, you saw a flower that refused to break💕🌸 Advertisements

Chapter 2: Visions From a Madman~PART 2

I sometimes feel trapped from behind my facade. It is tiring. It is necessary. I am a walking liar. i am a thief. Appearance is vital for Ana. If people were to know the true that lurked from behind her eyes, would they run screaming or come to her aid? REVISED PREVIOUS: Chapter 2 Part ...


maybe in another life, you could have been mine; maybe in another life, you could have access to all my secrets. The key to my heart, my thighs, my lips, I wonder what you would have sampled first? Would you have devoured me with nothing but tongues and lips? Would you have laughed and grabbed ...

conversations with him: 0.05

my first thought is you, when I open my eyes, alone in my bed. when you fuck her, I pray for your health, wrapped in my frustrations and jealousy, alone in my bed. It used to ache, the pain but I've learned how to live with it, bleeding profusely from a wound that has me ...

conversations with him: 0.03

you weren't made for mediocrity; not with me standing by your side, guiding you throughout time... @amateur_poet Advertisements

conversations with him: 0.02

  you were never mine 
and that is fine. but 
before the stars fade 
and the dawn wakes the 
sky, am I not allowed to 
think of you, wrapped in my 
legs, your arms around my waist.... @amateur__poet Advertisements

i’m like a drug–

    i’m like a drug you can’t shake, you tell your boys it’s okay, that bitch is crazy, you claim. the high can be found in the paradise between my thighs: you only need to grip the sides to reach the fruit inside. will i taste like heaven or woman? intertwined I’m the earth ...

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