- be thin
- give birth
- cook for you
- have long hair
- wear makeup
- have sex with you
- be feminine
- be graceful
- be fashionable
- wear pink
- love men
- be the media’s idea of perfection
- listen to your bullshit
- have a vagina
(Source: defendfeminism, via frostied)
I slowly start to blend the days into one, And I no longer can take the alcohol as I used to. The moon doesn’t answer me, and stars don’t grant wishes. Kisses seem forbidden, and I can not find you anymore. I
My bruises change colors,
in the most beautiful way.
Its a pain worth watching
as it fades away.
But how beautiful would it be ,
to look under my skin?
Into the heart,
and the silence as it beats.
How it cringes when I cry ,
and how it races when I laugh.
The biggest bruises being him.
My heart will stay purple ,
for as long as you feed
from the punches you throw me.
With those lies that you speak.
I dont want to.
I love you.
and I want you.
I place my palms together and pray.
Come back to me.
Just like I miss you.
Beg me like I did.
Its your turn,
I hate the way you eat,
I hate the way you drink,
I hate the way you dance,
And I hate the way you talk,
I hate how your nails are never clean,
I hate how you watch TV and everything you see.
I hate this shirt you left ,
And I hate the way it has your smell.
I hate I end up in it because you are never there.
I hate you make me cry
And I hate that your not mine.
I hate I made you hate me,
I hate me to the guts,
I hate me myself and I.
I hate that they were right.
But what I hate the most is how I can not hate you.
How I can’t just let you go.
When you find something that holds you,
No matter how heavy you stay , with all the worries you carry.
Holds your hand,
stares into your eyes and smiles.
You play ,
you allow tenderness to caress your weakness ,
let fear play along side with love.
You believe lies and you forget regrets.
You learn to be fragile,
because you trust.
And when you trust you are happy.
But remember you are also weak, weak to the knees.
At night when i go to sleep…
At night in my silly dreams…
as it should…
and everything I wish for,
you hold on to me.
you lay next to me.
I always wakeup not sad,
but driven crazy towards you.
But every time I try…
every time I say something…
you give me no choice but to walk away…
Please dont come out in a full moon or two,
just to haunt me and drag me back to the booze.
Fuck me…Love me…or leave…Please.
Et toi, tu veux quoi en fait? T’es impossible, j’arrive pas a comprendre si tu m’aime bien ou si tu me déteste.
What is it that you want form me?
I ask you not because you try to take it but because you always act up to the perfect moment just before your eyes turn away to ignore me.
I wait and I see you see me, I know its not just a thing I made up. I hope and I beg the stars to not make fun of me as they have done multiple times before.
What do you want me to say? what would make you happy?… If I say ill leave you you do not respond but you always come around and remind me you are not gone.
When I speak I try to remain cold because you aim at me with the sharpest arrows. Any moment I question your questions you run away. And when I see you in my memories I wish I could pretend.
Pretend I didn’t ruin everything and pretend I did not push you away with my strange ways.
What I call romance and what I call love , you seem to not know it and you seem to be lost.