Hypocrisy is thick, like sweet honey and bees swarm the air tonight. I wondered if he knew this smile or if he ever saw me with it on - Would he recognize it for the imposter it is? I wondered if he knew I frown like a raincoat, I just never seem to wear it when the weather calls for it.
I cant take back the words that he utters but they are forced to be mine as soon as they touch plastic skies. As he defends this motive, I am a child again with someone pulling at my hair and cheeks and eyes and hearing in order to keep me safe. And I dont see how it does, but they tell me, they tell me, they tell me I wont hurt again.
But
When I was fifteen, I was raped.
I should have warned you that it was coming; that I was going to say something as deeply shocking and disturbing as that. Maybe he should have warned me before he crossed over from his realm into mine; he should have told me beforehand that he was going to rip my world from under me. He didnt, so I wont either. Ill let you have that sickening thud in your stomach for a moment. Ill let you take my hatred and taste its sour, burning acid scratch into your body. It isnt very nice. Not at all, actually.
So, yes, I was fifteen when I was raped. I was wearing my hair down. I wou
My eyes opened. I gained the world, but lost you. You were an art student from Glasgow, with curling blonde hair, (Dyed and abused) shining, open, green eyes with whispers of passion and pain. You were shorter than me, by a good few inches at least, with meandering curves that make men stop in the streets to look at you. Your face Oh God, your face made men either want to father you Keep you safe, warm, protected. Or hold you Bodies close and all seeing.
You strolled into my life, heels clicking behind you and they left dents where they hit my heart. Bright colours of amber and deep red caressed your clothes,
Most of the girls in my school could not care less about anything apart from their own opinions. I guess thats what happens to people who cant look further than they can throw theyre own voice. They do not pause to lower their tone, from a deafening roar to a mere murmur thats head spinning, or swallow their laugher. But they are quick to judge or throw their opinions or make statements on anything they can get their polished nails on. I start to silently wish to be in a forest, where not even the colours are bright enough to startle me. I long for the soft wind to whip back my hair and the browning dead leaves. The ba
The Opposite Sex by Rusty-Vintage-Pies, literature
Literature
The Opposite Sex
She was beautiful, stunning, and breathtaking. She moved in a way only dance lessons can give you and spoke in a tone only a singer could use. She was lithe A feather weight perfection. An underweight Goddess. Her features were smooth and petite, her nose slightly too big for her face but beautiful regardless. Her lips were thin and soft Naked without lip-gloss, ugly with lipstick. I would never tell her though. She was taller than most girls, legs long and body longer. Her natural blonde hair shone like the sun, I sometimes expected birds to land on it, to bathe in it.
She was mine. And I hers. We would hold hands at school
Hypocrisy is thick, like sweet honey and bees swarm the air tonight. I wondered if he knew this smile or if he ever saw me with it on - Would he recognize it for the imposter it is? I wondered if he knew I frown like a raincoat, I just never seem to wear it when the weather calls for it.
I cant take back the words that he utters but they are forced to be mine as soon as they touch plastic skies. As he defends this motive, I am a child again with someone pulling at my hair and cheeks and eyes and hearing in order to keep me safe. And I dont see how it does, but they tell me, they tell me, they tell me I wont hurt again.
But
When I was fifteen, I was raped.
I should have warned you that it was coming; that I was going to say something as deeply shocking and disturbing as that. Maybe he should have warned me before he crossed over from his realm into mine; he should have told me beforehand that he was going to rip my world from under me. He didnt, so I wont either. Ill let you have that sickening thud in your stomach for a moment. Ill let you take my hatred and taste its sour, burning acid scratch into your body. It isnt very nice. Not at all, actually.
So, yes, I was fifteen when I was raped. I was wearing my hair down. I wou
My eyes opened. I gained the world, but lost you. You were an art student from Glasgow, with curling blonde hair, (Dyed and abused) shining, open, green eyes with whispers of passion and pain. You were shorter than me, by a good few inches at least, with meandering curves that make men stop in the streets to look at you. Your face Oh God, your face made men either want to father you Keep you safe, warm, protected. Or hold you Bodies close and all seeing.
You strolled into my life, heels clicking behind you and they left dents where they hit my heart. Bright colours of amber and deep red caressed your clothes,
Most of the girls in my school could not care less about anything apart from their own opinions. I guess thats what happens to people who cant look further than they can throw theyre own voice. They do not pause to lower their tone, from a deafening roar to a mere murmur thats head spinning, or swallow their laugher. But they are quick to judge or throw their opinions or make statements on anything they can get their polished nails on. I start to silently wish to be in a forest, where not even the colours are bright enough to startle me. I long for the soft wind to whip back my hair and the browning dead leaves. The ba
The Opposite Sex by Rusty-Vintage-Pies, literature
Literature
The Opposite Sex
She was beautiful, stunning, and breathtaking. She moved in a way only dance lessons can give you and spoke in a tone only a singer could use. She was lithe A feather weight perfection. An underweight Goddess. Her features were smooth and petite, her nose slightly too big for her face but beautiful regardless. Her lips were thin and soft Naked without lip-gloss, ugly with lipstick. I would never tell her though. She was taller than most girls, legs long and body longer. Her natural blonde hair shone like the sun, I sometimes expected birds to land on it, to bathe in it.
She was mine. And I hers. We would hold hands at school
Those Gentle Words Like A Spark Of Light,
Shining Through The Darkest Night.
Even Though There Said Too Much.
Just At The Mention I Crave Your Touch.
Sometimes The meaning Is Deceived.
But Sometimes True Feelings Are Achieved.
You Will Know When Your in Love.
Since Light Will shine From Skies Above.
This Gentle Force So Pure And True.
I Have Only Felt When Im With You.
I'm breaking
into a hundred thousand pieces
strewn across the tear stained floor.
You fixed it once,
but now you are breaking it.
My heart is broken, crying,
but necessity states
that tears must not fall
from my eyes today.
Not here, not now.
So I hold them back
behind a mask of darkness
hidden behind a veil of pain.
No one to talk to,
I break in silence.
Trying to decide
what needs to be done.
I know of one.
Someone to help me,
someone to save me.
But I cannot ask his assistance
for it is he who hurts me
and it is I who realize
his true intention
was never a good one.
So I have to try
to make it through a day
for
dear girl,
i cant sleep if i am wearing socks. concupiscence is a long word for something with such a short life.
i like opening my eyes and seeing darkness. i like holding my breath so i can hear my heartbeat, because it seems like it must belong to someone else. it pumps too regularly, and does not carry the sluggish train of regret that mine must. mine pumps my body full of clichés and forgets to let the blood make it to my feet and my hands.
last night was spent figuring out how much my body braces itself when i fall onto my driveway.
dear girl,
there is always one day a month that i can count on leaving it settled. no blo
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