Maybe

 

We’re living in a fantasy world

yes its true.

people can not be that cruel

for every evil, there’s a love

therefore we do not need what is up above

we can save ourselves by ourselves.

Tv, will give us real life situations and we’ll think they’re answers to our real life problems

instagram will tell us to be hotter or skinnier

so we eat air and crowd our face with with colorful acne boosters

that’s how we save ourselves.

But see that only works but so much.

deep down will be this depression, oppression and suppression

deep down we will feel hindered from true happiness. peace and joy.

And thats when we should realize that the world really IS that cruel

and our people are not really that true.

yea, in this flat world, there is a lot of love,

but we actually do need Him to save us, Him up above.

maybe you live in a fantasy world, but I don’t.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Words Left Unsaid

While you’re sitting on your bed, gazing for miles at nothing, thinking about how you feel about your one true love, he is actually  blowing your phone up like hell.

He doesn’t know what is was that set you off during your disagreement last night.

But answer me this.

What is there to gain by not telling him how you felt when he stormed out of the over crowded grocery store last night?

If anything he’ll do it again and think you’re ok with it. Or worse, he’ll think you don’t care.

Then, as the cherries begin to blossom, you’ll wonder why the daily bouquet of flowers stopped arriving at your desk at the firm.

You’ll start to notice how many friday nights he spends with his sexist group of guys and how he hasn’t asked you on a date in over 30 days.

Your days will become crowded with unpleasing and unnecessary  tasks that you begin around your cold and lonely studio. You have to do something to fill all the time that you now have. So why not scrub the kitchen floor with your ghost boyfriends tooth brush with sad country music playing in the background?

When you leave things left unsaid the worst is yet to come.

And the best is yet to leave.

 

 

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Why Worry

Why do I worry about what people think so much?

Why did I hesitate to wear a wig to a wedding? (Because I had seen the guests before hand and I didn’t want to weird them out)

But why do I care if I weird people out? who’s to say that’ll even happen?

If I want to do something why don’t I Just do it?

What is it about other people whom I don’t even know that makes me care about their opinions?

why seek approval from complete strangers?

I guess I’m just afraid of looking like a joke.

But I’m pretty sure no one is going to look at me as a joke. Except for me. Which is twisted.

Why am I my worst enemy?

How do I not love my own skin that I am in?

What happened to the confident elementry school girl who rose her hand for every answer in class even when they were wrong?

That girl got made fun of for having a flat chest once she hit 7th grade.

That girl was told by a fellow classmate that the acne on her face looked like several different worlds and planets on her face.

That girl started staying in the shadows trying hard not to be seen like an abused kid making little to no movement the abuser was around.

So why worry?

So the abuse won’t srart again.

 

Time Doesn’t Love You

screenshot_2017-01-04-15-05-512And as you stand there, on the cold tile floor looking at your immaculate reflection in the misty mirror,  I see your smile slowly start to dissappear as your reflection becomes more clear.

I know what you are thinking.  Another birthday has gone by,  you won’t look as good as me.

Baby I don’t care. The way you smell rocks my world. That’s what attracted me to you in the first place. Had I seen you in my human life I would have admired your perfect jaw line and bone structure. Or maybe the way your curly chocolate hair lays on your broad shoulders.  Oh I could go on.  My point is,  all i am really attracted to,  besides your wonderful personality of course is your scent. Of course, if I turn you,  there will be no reason to love you.

I’m tired of seeing perfect looking 200year Olds.  I think crows feet at the corners of the eyes are super hot.  I want you to have wrinkles.

Can’t you see? Time isn’t on your side baby but I am.

I will never leave you. Your human life is something that is so beautiful and sweet to me. I cherish it. You are literally my human other half.  You’re everything I am not. If you think I will be come less attracted to you as the decades go by then think again. I can’t wait to be by your side when life throws you lemons. All I have to do is Suck the sour juice out and your pain is forever gone. So,  for me baby,  please don’t make me turn you.

Do You Like Me Yet?

With every Photo I post, I make sure I look my best for you. There’s a bunch of other girls that look like they have it all together but me, I’m not so sure. I still make do with what I do have. I’m here so I can be noticed, so that I can somehow build my self-esteem. Without realizing it I compare myself to other girls that are here. Trying to be the level of beauty that they are knowing that I’ll never be. All the while I’m still trying to impress you and you’re not even real a person. You’re just Instagram. You’re just an app on millions of people’s phones that take up time and Advertise a false beautiful lifestyle and with knowledge of this I still try to impress you and or all the people that use you. Well not anymore. I’m going to use you as a networking tool. I know that I’m pretty and I know that I’m worth much more than 1 million likes but hey that would be nice actually. So hey if you’re still reading this go ahead and follow my Instagram below. 

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What am I ?

A loaf of bread ?

A security blanket?

An obligation?

A waste of space?

A slob ?

While i actually jump through hoops on a moments notice You praise the actual slob.

i am ok.

No really, i’m fine. Thanks for asking.

It wasn’t hard at all fitting my 6ft self through that tiny hoop.

i am a little burned but the scars won’t fade away.

i am not as important as i thought.

i definitely know who You are.

And so do You.

i am not much with my presence but God forbid I don’t set foot back in, I’m like your morphine that you need to stay sane.

I’m the one who literally makes it possible for you to go away.

Only then am I your want, your burning desire, your diamond.

Besides that

i am your doormat

Walk all over me

As You please

But You see

i just might leave

And throwaway the key

Only then will You see

How much i should mean

To You