loverz116

hey, where are you from? from wasted youth. what? i am from a mad sad youth, from dreams covered in mist, from old broken homes, from funeral sobs and weathered books, from empty seashells, from crushed memories and faded photographs, from moon- light scars and rainbow moans, from untamed flowers to infernos, from childish fears and "Berlin Wall" barriers, from moments of glee to months of melancholy, from a place that reeked of loneliness and dead naked bodies, from post-orgasm fucks, from beautiful screams, from this & that & there & nowhere & everywhere. oh. did i scare you away? no, i don't think so. at least not

dear dreams, you are not worthy of a long letter and i'm sorry i broke you with my tongue and you spill secrets i never want to see and yet you tempt me to sleep forever and please fuck me to the dream world. XOXO, Me

(a boy and a girl drove all night for their "forever") enjoy life, he said. screw life, she said. it's that simple, he yelled. it is not that simple, she yelled. we make life complicated, he whispered. but we don't mean to, she whispered. enjoy life, he sobbed. i'm trying, she sobbed. (but the boy and the girl crashed blindingly into "never")

Dear Mom, You gave me a house. You gave me a roof. You gave me a room. But you're my home sweet home. So try to keep breathing. XOXO, Me - Dear Dad, Do me a favor: swallow all those pills. I will miss you. XOXO, Me

Dear crush (and crush), Identical twins. Handsome boys. One is wild enough to sleep around with those sun kissed lips.   Other is too shy to expose his moonlight scarred body. I want you and you in my bed. I want to explore your and your hip bones, mark you and you with my feverish hands, taste you and you in my mouth. I want you two to grind into each other with your and your unholy, bird-like, fragile bones. One is wild enough to see the (im)perfect world with those crystal glass eyes. Other is too shy to search for bullets to penetrate through his pain. You and you are the best crushes to crush on. XOXO, Me

dear you, i need to say this: - i. he tells me i'm too far on the edge, that i will soon fall off. but i never listen to him and shall continue to not hear his cracked cries. he tells me to take a step toward him, that he will fix me. but i think his golden eyes are eerily   and shall not fall for his warm words. ii. he said, "summer is here, doll." i can choose to believe him but i rather not. the heat is never a good friend. he said, "autumn is coming, baby." i can choose not to believe him but i rather believe. the falling leaves is a great enemy. iii. at night he would trace my ashy scars with his pale croo

tell me you can't love but don't tell me you can't love me.

hey. i'm really tired, did you know that? you probably didn't, not with all that white substance still partying in your body. still, i shouldn't be here. maybe i should be back in my room, my bed, my room, my...damn i was about to repeat myself. i think i wanted to say something important here but i am really too fucked up and i like to use the word fuck cause fuck could mean so many things. right now, i want him to fuck me. in your bed. in the daylight where you can't possibly mistake me for someone else. but that would be too cruel, right? hey. i'm really tired, you know that? i can hear you still partying and the drinks burning your

i'm S O R R Y for h u r t i n g you but you got to B E L I E V E that it was n e v e r my I N T E N T I O N to h u r t you.