My Love

It makes a lot of sense now, it never did before

The songs, the art and poems, the happy endings

It’s not work, it’s just lovely, it’s not heart wrenching, my heart only bursts

Because you look at me the way you do, or you do something so sweet as if it’s nothing

Who else has such kindness in their nature?

You are so lovely, it’s overwhelming

My mother always told me I was looking for Love, I guess I finally found it

Writers block

I’ve been trying to write, and I’ve been getting frustrated.  I’m happy, I have nothing to write about.  I need to write lyrics for a song, I hate everything that comes out of my head, I never realised how proud I am of my misery.  I re-read every sad thing from every horrendous and painful moment I have documented, nothing.  Everything I put on paper sounds generic and dull, who knew being blissfully content was so unproductive.

I went and got myself a boyfriend..

There are certain things that should just never be left unsaid; I like you, I love you, I want to call you my girlfriend, your breath smells bad, you’ve got cum on your face.  Not everything has to be expressed like a leaf falling from a tree in a Thomas Hardy classic, but it’s useful to get these pieces of information out into the physical world, they are more useful there than as musings in your head.

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Sometimes I just want to grab you and kiss you

Would you have told me, do you want me to

Am I just obsessing and stressing while you don’t have a clue

My sofa’s not so big but when I’m sitting next to you

And my head’s not on your shoulder it feels so fucking huge

I’ll be looking at your picture and a smile creeps on my face

I’m not even scared you’ll hurt me, but I can’t say this to your face

Because my heart beats so much faster and my mouth just seems to stop

And the words that come so quick now, well my mind, it just gets blocked

So if you want me, come and show me, hold me slowly, kiss me quick

While I’m sitting here at work all I can think of is your

ANW

You’re my beautiful bitch, my pretty little lady

You treat me like your whore because you want me for life

You grab me by the throat to tell me that you love me

You wrap yourself around me, won’t let go all night

My pretty little lady, your tongue so sharp it’s crazy

you only let me scream when it is pressed inside my thigh

let’s keep this secret baby for the others think that maybe

the reason it feels good is that destruction feels so right

Plot twist

Last night’s conversation stares still 
The harsh light of the grey morning surprises me
I sit in silence
with tears sat impatient behind my eyes
I could have had you
It was there all along
But you didn’t say it and I didn’t’ know
I wanted protecting so my feelings never showed
How didn’t you hear them, screaming out my chest
Why didn’t you move me, claim me, make me see
You said I had the same option but I thought it’d never be
sadness and emotions swallow me
All the air feels stagnant, im breathless and I’m stressed
It was mearly two days ago I wrote that I was vexed
And now you mean to tell me
Your feelings never moved, but that all MY transgressions
Meant you made no move