Is it my smile?
Is it my eyes?
It can’t be my body.
Is it my laugh?
Is it my personality?
Maybe it’s my height.
How do people find me attractive?
I can’t see it.
I just can’t see why people would want to
Or even date
I’m not even attractive
I’m just me
I like cartoons
I like to dance
I like going out
I like adventure
I don’t smoke
I don’t drink
I don’t sleep around
I have a big butt
I have a big stomach
I have thick thighs
I’m not a size 0
I’m not a double D
I’m not attractive
And only me
I value originality
I don’t want to be anybody
That’s why I ask
Why do people want me?
Is it my smile?
The fireworks I used to love are just dwindling in the midnight sky.
The fireworks that used to excite me, just don’t satisfy my needs.
The fireworks I used to try to see every chance I got… Are now the one thing I try to avoid.
I don’t feel the same when I see them.
I feel a little joy that quickly dies.
I give a somber smile to the atmosphere while I watch the show with my eyes filled with agony.
I’m getting older.
I’m starting to realize what is in the universe around me.
It scares the hell out of me.
I just want to forget about all the flashing lights.
I just want to indulge in the darkness.
Listen to my thoughts
Fireworks have left scars on my flesh that just mock my sanity.
But I think I’m addicted to the searing pain.
Pain is my game.
Pain is my drug.
I will never give it up.
I just lay back on the solid earth like a corpse.
The dew covered grass tickles my skin.
I watch the fireworks in horror.
Tears streaming down my face.
I just want this nightmare to end
But I love the pain that flows through my veins.
I don’t like fireworks anymore.
My breathing is getting quicker
My skin is getting tighter
And baby I’m getting wetter
Spanking with force
Feeling the pain
Taking my clothes off
Taking your clothes off
Clothes spread across the room
We’re definitely going to fuck
Tied up and blindfolded
Chains rattling and whips cracking
Pain and pleasure
You know what I like
You know what I love
Anal is what I need
I scream your name
I scream faster
I scream dirty words
Who will be first?
We’re both happy
We’re both done
We’re both satisfied
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
“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
Until one day something happens
Someone lets go
Fall out of love
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
I’m the girl that’s always shining
But little do they know
I’m extremely unhappy
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
I need a manly man
Yeah I like when a guy can be sensitive
But I don’t want a bitch
I’m the one with the vagina
So I can act like it!
I don’t like
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
Pain is good
Listen to my problems
Deal with me
Argue with me
But keep it private
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
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
There’s no one for me
So I wait
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%?
You’ll get hurt again
And no one would be able to catch you
You’re just setting yourself for disaster
He doesn’t want you
He will never want you
You’re just another friend
You guys will never have anything
It’s a constant war with my addiction
But now I’m in rehab
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
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 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
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
By hoping to be with you
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