Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I’ll be your bad girl, I’ll prove it to you
I can’t promise that I’ll be good to you
i just want to know… everyone says “one day, when you look back at your life,” etc., etc. When does that happen? When you’ve given up?
it’s not always the number of times
you exchange “i love you”
or hold hands
or kiss in public
or tell people “i love them”
or even look at each other with loving eyes
it’s the way you feel
when they’re not around
when you’re faced with yourself
when you fight and lose
you fight to win
when you realize
life just wasn’t the same
just won’t ever be
I hate being treated like I’m not important. Don’t make me feel inferior, I AM NOT. Don’t give me orders and demand and expect, I’m not your personal slave. I am an individual, I have individual emotions, thoughts, tendencies, habits, etc.
i love you
it’s sort of interesting and funny
when a simple sentence strikes the ear
like a knife in your gut
that you twist and pull and turn
the words are sharp
they ring and resonate
fading in the wind
waves that span forever
and ever
and ever
Does nobody understand that we are all humans? We all face the same fucking tribulations every day. We deal with the same people, the same experiences, but distorted into our own version of it. We assume and deny and ignore but we never look at things from the perspective of one another. Are we scared? Or too selfish to see past our own physical beig
