

I Can PretendGirls with cuts on their arms, shouldn't bathe in salt. And we shouldn't make then worse.I Can Pretend
I prance around the words I mean. I mean, the words I am. Bitch, stupid, horrible.
Girls with bruises on their hearts, shouldn't take advil. They don't need thinner blood, but instead thicker skin.
I vacuum up the broken feelings for the guys of my past. Making space for the shards of what will be of us. But, I can pretend.
Guys with shattered egos, and altered vision shouldn't wear glasses. This is real.
The smell of money taunts and deludes us. &n


Fiery Misconceived-ocityI cannot find the words to describe how she is. "I hope it rains." She smiles simply sings purity, as I wish my smile did.Fiery Misconceived-ocity
Neither can he. He thinks and wonders and ponders and thinks, but no words come to his mind. No words make a grand appearance in their "fuck me pumps" and matching red outifts but the words were invited. Instead the words lay in the grass, watching the clouds pass by, waiting for her to find them. And the invitations were left in the rain she wishes for and melted in her mouth, not her hands.
He grabs her hand "Enigmatic. &nbs


WordLove is a word.Word
A word that is so casually and easily thrown around. Particularly by preteens and teenagers who are left amaurotic by any favorable emotion And because love is used a garnish to every day conversation To me, love is just a word.
Some say that love is the world's greatest sensation Others say it's an ability And some say it's a joke. But to me, love is just a word.
Love shouldn't make people weak or fragile. Love shouldn't blind people. Love should strengthen and give hope. Love should greaten sight, and give new visions of what is and


20 CCs of ClarityMy own words, my babies, make me nauseous. This is all happening so fast. I worry about the misintrepretation And I lie. But my old intentions, co-exist with the used And I know I made a mistake. The monopoly man contradicts himself As mono meaning one And poly meaning multiple. Too much nauseatated words. I vomit up 90's angst and broken lullabies.20 CCs of Clarity
I wait for the printer I wait for the dog at my feet to realize
that I is stupid. and I only get a B.
I rest my head against the walls I feel like crying and screaming and yelling for hel
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