I'll never forget that one kiss in October,
When your hydrochloric lips made me scream,
And (Because you are into being graphic)
You carved your name across my chest
And called me beautiful.
And I’ll never forget the way you held me
When you said you loved my smile
But (Because it is my screams that really turn you on)
You hit me and hurt me
And called me your angel.
And I’ll never forgot the way you loved me
When we crept into your room
But (Because yes wasn’t what you wanted to hear)
You forced your way past my defences
And called me your little whore.
I’ll never forget they way I mouthed I love you,
Trapping it in the night while you were asleep
But (Because you’re a sweet sadistic fuck)
It wasn’t what you wanted to hear
And I left it always unsaid.








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Parkour-ism should be a religion...seriously.
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{[I'm afraid sometimes, you'll play lonely games too,
games you can't win, because you'll play against you]} Dr. Seuss
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HI!
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<Halatia> I'm a pretty big fan of sociopolitical poetry
<Halatia> and by that, I mean I don't understand even 5% of what is in that gallery
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i guess we all strive for some sort of difference or originality.
it's cool to know i somewhat succeeded
and yeah, i like to change things up a bit. i figure it's the only way you can work out what you're good at and what other people enjoy.