Breathe in
Breathe out
My breathing is getting quicker
My skin is getting tighter
And baby I’m getting wetter
Breathe in
Breathe out
Kiss me
Bite me
Tease me
Breathe in
Breathe out
Bending over
Spanking with force
Feeling the pain
Breathe in
Breathe out
Taking my clothes off
Taking your clothes off
Clothes spread across the room
Breathe in
Breathe out
You lick
I suck
We’re definitely going to fuck
Breathe in
Breathe out
Tied up and blindfolded
Chains rattling and whips cracking
Pain and pleasure
Breathe in
Breathe out
You know what I like
You know what I love
Anal is what I need
Breathe in
Breathe out
I scream your name
I scream faster
I scream dirty words
Breathe in
Breathe out
I’m close
You’re close
Who will be first?
Breathe in
Breathe out
We’re both happy
We’re both done
We’re both satisfied
Breathe in
Breathe out
I bet you want more

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When two people are in love
It’s like they’re holding a rubber band
I know it sounds stupid but
It’s true
“Hey I like your face and you’re pretty chill”
“I like your face too! You are a fun time. Wanna be my main squeeze?”
“I thought you would never ask”
And that’s how you start a relationship
Now at the beginning they both hold onto the rubber band
It stretches because of the time they’re together
Day by day
Week by week
Month by month
Year by year
Decade by decade
It stretches
And stretches
And stretches
Until one day something happens
Someone lets go
They either
Die
Fall out of love
Deserve better
Whatever
They need to get out
They let go of the rubber band
And for the person holding on
They get hit by the rubber band
Some people can shake it off like nothing
Others feel the sting but once they rub a little dirt on it they’re fine
Sadly there’s the people that can’t shake it off
It just leaves a painful sore
That slowly heals or never does
Then there are people who heal but flinch because they think they’ll get hurt again
Others will never have a rubber band again
I don’t know what’s worse with this
Someone seeing that they’re going to get popped with rubber band
They just stand there and wait
They may do some stuff to get the person to keep holding on
But deep inside they know the truth
They know the pain is coming
They’re just waiting to get hurt
Or is it the ones that are utterly shocked
That when that get popped they just don’t know what when wrong
They try to change things
Like get a different brand of rubber band
Get a bigger one
A smaller one
A colorful one
They just don’t want things to end
Either way it’s sad
Someone always gets hurt in the end no matter what happens
Rubber bands and love hurt

Happy
Friendly
Outgoing
Bubbly
That’s me
I’m the girl that’s always shining
Always happy
Always smiling
But little do they know
I’m extremely unhappy
I’m angry
I’m upset
I’m jealous
I’m worried
I’m scared
I walk through a crowd smiling
But in my mind it’s like
“They have no idea I’m dying inside”
I sit in a room full of people
“I’m going crazy by the minute”
They ask me how I’m doing
“Help me”
I’m happy
I’m friendly
I’m outgoing
I’m bubbly
That’s me

I need a manly man
Yeah I like when a guy can be sensitive
Show emotions
Deep conversations
But I don’t want a bitch
I’m the one with the vagina
So I can act like it!
I don’t like
Prissy
Moody
Push over
Little boys
Be strong
Take control
Be assertive
Make decisions
Know what you want most of the time
Put me back in my place when I’m out of line
Do things that require your strength
Be stronger than me
Wrestle with me
Pin me down
Don’t hold back during sex
Don’t stop because you think you’re hurting me
Pain is good
I like pain
If I don’t feel pain
You’re not doing it right
Don’t talk to me like you’re my mom
Talk to me like
You like me
You love me
You want me
Don’t get a damn attitude with me
Control your anger
Never call me a bitch
When you’re the actual bitch
I like how you care about how you dress
But honey don’t wear jeans that are tighter than mine
Or wear jeans that look like mine
Hold me when I’m scared
Kiss my neck and even bite
Remember
Pain is good
Listen to my problems
Deal with me
Argue with me
But keep it private
Grab me
Squeeze me
Rub me
Hug me
You’re the man for a reason
Now act like it

Love is like gambling
I feel like I’m at a slot machine
Putting all my time into it
But I get nothing
Finally I get tired and give up
And you know what happens?
The next person who’s playing
Wins
I’m not upset with the winner
I’m not upset with slot machine
I’m upset I wasted my time
I’m upset when I knew I wasn’t going to win and I still kept trying
I’m upset that I don’t get anything to enjoy
I get memories
Yeah that’s great
Don’t get me wrong
I was happy
I got a little high when I was playing
But now the memories burn me
I get a scar every time I remember
Now I’m sober
I have addiction
To love
There’s no one for me
So I wait
I’m lonely
I’m tired
I’m bored
But it’s good for me
“Love yourself before you love someone else”
I’m getting comfortable with myself
I’m trying to be strong
I will bear through this
“Don’t go for someone else if your heart is still with another”
I’m done looking
If someone wants me that bad
Come get me
I still have love for someone else
But not enough to stop my future with a new beau
“Move on. You can’t make someone want you.”
90% of me is over you
I don’t love you
I don’t want you
You’re a friend
10% of me loves you
Loves you with all my heart
Has hope we’ll have something one day
Thinks you still want me
But you know what 10%?
It’s bullshit
You’ll get hurt again
And no one would be able to catch you
You’re just setting yourself for disaster
He’s gone
He doesn’t want you
He will never want you
You’re just another friend
You guys will never have anything
MOVE
THE FUCK
ON

It’s a constant war with my addiction
But now I’m in rehab
Hi
My name is Shaquona
And I have a addiction
My drug is love
And I want to be clean

I don’t miss you
I’m not in love with you
I miss someone being there for me
I like you
I love you
But just not IN love
I’ve went through the stages
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
And now I’m stuck in depression and acceptance.
Sometimes I’m depressed because I’m lonely
I miss always having someone to talk to, laugh, and argue
I miss someone dealing with me
I miss someone kissing,cuddling,touching me, and even having sex with
I miss knowing someone wants me
I miss that
I miss this
With the acceptance i realized
I don’t miss you
I just miss the role you played
I just think of you because you were the closet to what I wanted
I’m hopeful
I don’t think I will relapse
I don’t think I’ll go back
I will be over you
I will not think about you
I will not talk about you
I will not love you
I’m moving on
For I won’t hurt anymore
I am strong

“You’re not over him!”
“I never said I was!”
“You said you don’t love him”
“NO. I said I’m not IN love with him but I do love him”
“Well you’re definitely not over that boy”
“Well compared to what I was like last year, I’m over him… To an extent”

I still love you
But not like how I did
Yeah I think about you
Talk about you a little
Still have the memories
I have some feelings
But…
I’m better
I’m almost over you
I’m almost to the finish line
I realize there’s better things to do
Than obsessing over someone I can never have
I’m a strong advocate of not wasting time
If I still hoped for us to be back together
Let me reword that
If I still hope that we ever get together
I’m wasting my time
Wasting time is stupid
I waste time by hoping to be with you
Therefore
By hoping to be with you
Is stupid
Simple Math!
I think I just need more time
More time to accept being lonely
More time to accept that we’ll never happen again
More time to accept I’m not for you
More time to accept you don’t want me
More time to accept that I meant for someone else
I need time
I will always think about you
I will have feelings for you
And I will never forget you
But I will not love you
To an extent

At least I can say I tried
I try every time
In school
In relationships
In life
I try and I give my all
I don’t get anything in return
I still don’t get the grades I want
I don’t get the position I want
I don’t get awards
I don’t get someone to be there for me
I don’t get someone to deal with me
I don’t get someone that will actually stay
I don’t get to be financially stable
I don’t get to worry free
I don’t get to be happy
I know I have blessings in life
But the people who are
Assholes
Bitches
Douchebags
Dicks
Whores
Stupid
Lazy asses
Rude
Mean
Harsh
Are doing so much better.
Am I supposed to say whatever I think at any time?
Am I supposed to disrespect others and just offend as much people as possible?
Am I supposed to not care about any one and love no one?
Am I supposed to make people feel useless, worthless, ugly, and/or scum?
That’s what I’m learning from everyone else!
Oh well
I won’t turn into that.
I won’t become something like that.
Never
I will always try
Try every time
Try with everything
Try
Try
Try

Oh kitty kitty
How I love you
You’re the only one for me
There’s just one problem
I’m allergic to you
You cause so much chaos
Make me sick to my stomach
My eyes water all the time
My breathing is irregular
Sometimes I want to get rid of you
To never deal with your presence
But then when you’re outside
Away from me
I realize how much I miss you
I love you
Even though all my symptoms go away
I would deal with them and even more
Just have you with me
You’re worth it
Please don’t go
I want to be you’re only owner
Please be loyal
I give you everything
Oh kitty kitty
I love you with all my heart :)