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My pretty little masochist
Never learned the method of duck & run.
She stays where she is
Getting battered to pieces,
Hiding her scars & insisting it's fun.
My pretty little masochist
Won't let me protect her
From my self destructive ways.
She prefers to stay and fight for the mess of me.
Stubborn to the point
Of being irresistibly adorable,
She swears she's strong & not so easily broken
But we both worry when we see
The reflected pain of my own bad decisions,
Staring back at me.
My pretty little masochist
Is never ending patience & a world of understanding
As my broken heart orbits around her.
I pull her emotions along with mine
Like the moon pulls the tide
But she never complains
Of the pain that splashes on to her from me.
My pretty little masochist
Is dragon's logic & dragon's strength
Always protecting others fiercely.
But she told me once the secret
Of her dragon scales
Is construction paper & glitter glue
& never letting anyone close enough to notice
Her disguise,
Her lies,
No one except for me.
Because I am safe in her secret,
I can't hold her when she threatens to break,
I'm a cracked vase that her dragon tears would leak through
So she must preserve her glamour
To keep the rest of us together.
My pretty little masochist
Is typically
Laughter & smiles & song.
She holds me tight when she promises
This time we'll get it right
Though my history always got it wrong.
My pretty little masochist
Is butterfly wings against my skin,
Is the good to balance out my sin,
Is the love I always wanted but never believed I could win.
Never learned the method of duck & run.
She stays where she is
Getting battered to pieces,
Hiding her scars & insisting it's fun.
My pretty little masochist
Won't let me protect her
From my self destructive ways.
She prefers to stay and fight for the mess of me.
Stubborn to the point
Of being irresistibly adorable,
She swears she's strong & not so easily broken
But we both worry when we see
The reflected pain of my own bad decisions,
Staring back at me.
My pretty little masochist
Is never ending patience & a world of understanding
As my broken heart orbits around her.
I pull her emotions along with mine
Like the moon pulls the tide
But she never complains
Of the pain that splashes on to her from me.
My pretty little masochist
Is dragon's logic & dragon's strength
Always protecting others fiercely.
But she told me once the secret
Of her dragon scales
Is construction paper & glitter glue
& never letting anyone close enough to notice
Her disguise,
Her lies,
No one except for me.
Because I am safe in her secret,
I can't hold her when she threatens to break,
I'm a cracked vase that her dragon tears would leak through
So she must preserve her glamour
To keep the rest of us together.
My pretty little masochist
Is typically
Laughter & smiles & song.
She holds me tight when she promises
This time we'll get it right
Though my history always got it wrong.
My pretty little masochist
Is butterfly wings against my skin,
Is the good to balance out my sin,
Is the love I always wanted but never believed I could win.
Literature
you're so pretty, but useless
its one of those moments
when you're lying in bed
its 5am and you're thinking
shit. two hours sleep.
shit. i forgot to do my biology essay.
shit. i think i love him.
i wish he would stop being
so pessimistic
and just admit that the sun
is so fucking beautiful
and when it burns his skin;
turns him red as a lobster
thats when he's beautiful
i know you're sitting there
thinking i'm talking about you;
but don't flatter yourself babe
you don't even know the half
of it.
AND STOP RAINING ON MY FUCKING PARADE!
if there is one soul mate for everyone
then mine must have been killed in
the great fire of
Literature
pretty boys break hearts.
sometimes I think Im just a mess of badly drawn lines. Im just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.
my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I cant see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.
why do you love me?
you make me happy.
I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back wi
Literature
Can't Stop Me
I cut with a blade,
You took it away,
You didn't know what you were getting into
I picked up a bottle,
Smashed it on the ground,
Carved with the shards of that instead.
When you found out,
You removed all the glass,
Gave me plastic instead.
So I tore at my skin,
With my fingernails,
Still drew blood,
Only harder now.
You didn't like this,
So you cut my nails right back.
I threw myself against the walls,
Punched them as hard as i could,
Breaking my fists and destroying the room.
You lined them with matressess,
To make them soft and useless.
So I tore out my hair,
Great chunks at a time.
You bought a straitjacket,
Made me
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I won't be so dull as to post a definition of masochism here.
Dragon's tears are said to do many things, one is cure all illness. One is cure all sadness. If only I were a dragon and he were a whole vase.
The scary thing about getting all these new watchers is that I'm terrified of disappointing them now.
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Dragon's tears are said to do many things, one is cure all illness. One is cure all sadness. If only I were a dragon and he were a whole vase.
The scary thing about getting all these new watchers is that I'm terrified of disappointing them now.
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It was dark, it was sexy, it was serious, it was emotional, and it has so much focus. I like it. Interesting to me is how you came upon to write such a uncommon piece. Many things are best to leave unexplained.