Oh, we're so brilliant, aren't we?
We're so freaking lovely.
We're filled with glowing rainbow pride
And we're so pretty it's ugly
Our self-made wounds throb with beauty
And you'll paint your face with hypocrisy
We're everything we're believed to be
We're saviors and artists and celebrities
We're gulping down ego and inhaling pride
We're gestating self-worth in our insides
We're icons of envy to all of our peers
Self-assured by attention attained all these years
I'm something you need and something you're not
She's almost so hideous that it's something I want
But I did say almost
(But you did say want)
Oh, we're such liars
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Roses are red, Violets are blue
Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you?
When I open my card, I hope to find
an original, sweet, more creative line.
All that you do, is scribble your name
at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame!
Tut...roses are red, violets are blue
Do I look bloody colour blind to you?!
You didn't even write it! It came with the card!
Poetry isn't exactly hard!
Sweetheart, I love you, really I do
But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue!
Couldn't you have made an effort this time?
Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line!
Most girls love romance, well I do for sure!
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Passionless saints tie our lips together
and I crush our voice in my hands
Lift the nape of your neck
and breathe you in, hush
(you fill the air).
Godless gospels
pass through us
while the night stumbles
gently on
You dream in a dark
wine sea
and I drift helplessly
after
finding words at midnights
to memorise for you
only to keep them locked secretly
with love on my tongue.
You are my love letter
curling naked in the heat
your spine beautiful and bare
as our unlaced feet.
Our shadows touch
a leaf falls on itself.
pink dusk spreads across the sky
farewelling the dark storm
of your hair across the sleepy pillow.
The sound of you breathing
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I am the words you hear
that make you tremble
that make you break down
You know you want me
masochist
The little tiny bites
on your neck scream
you love it, you love it
I am the panting
you wake to in the night
The seductive agony
strangling you
oh sweet suffocation
draining you
pricking you
pleasing you
A little bloody mess on the floor
but I know you want more
Your smile
used to make me so happy.
The only thing
that can bring me such pleasure now
is your screams.
I really
didn't want it
to end this way.
The caverns in my heart
that used to love you
are so filled with darkness
that the blood on the floor
and your pathetic pleas
make me laugh.
It's your fault that I'm like this.
Your fault that I'm such a monster.
You've ruined me, corrupted my soul.
I can't let you go on
or the world
will be filled with people like me.
Your twisted toys.
You were everything
I had ever wanted.
The perfect girl.
It's such a shame
that you kept
so many secrets.
I would have loved to hear them
in that musical voice o