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i am starving for attention
for brown eyes
and soft lips laced with coffee
i am so hungry
and i think i'd eat anything
he smiles at me
inviting me in
and i envision us alone
undressing
but that won't satisfy
i am hungry
for my daddy's arms
saving me from
the men who will
eat me up
and leave me
for my daddy's approval
daddy tell me i'm pretty please
am i skinny
daddy is not home from work
he is away for business
&& i am starving
my eyes sunken in
i can't sleep i'm so hungry
i see a boy's eyes on me
and i lick my lips
'give me more'
and he touches me
i want more more more
feed me
so i can regret it
but i think
i am craving
love that stays
i want the lips and skin
and passion
but i want to
know i won't
have to ask
for seconds
i want affection
and romance
want your approval
i am starving for your love
for brown eyes
and soft lips laced with coffee
i am so hungry
and i think i'd eat anything
he smiles at me
inviting me in
and i envision us alone
undressing
but that won't satisfy
i am hungry
for my daddy's arms
saving me from
the men who will
eat me up
and leave me
for my daddy's approval
daddy tell me i'm pretty please
am i skinny
daddy is not home from work
he is away for business
&& i am starving
my eyes sunken in
i can't sleep i'm so hungry
i see a boy's eyes on me
and i lick my lips
'give me more'
and he touches me
i want more more more
feed me
so i can regret it
but i think
i am craving
love that stays
i want the lips and skin
and passion
but i want to
know i won't
have to ask
for seconds
i want affection
and romance
want your approval
i am starving for your love
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I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.
I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a
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i dont understand
have you ever woken up and not thought anything at all?
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somtimes i find myself thinking that 'it'd be fun to go and stand out in the rain' so i do. but once i'm out there i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be invigorating to take off my clothes' so i do. but once i've done that, i find myself thinking 'wouldn't it be beautiful to climb on the rooftop', so i do. and then once i'm standing there, i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be magical to fall in love' and so i try. i try and try and try but i can't. and so there i am, standing naked on my rooftop in the rain trying to fall in love.
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sometimes i find myself imagining that all w
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when she was nine she felt her heart explode for the first time. it wasn't enough to splinter or shatter anything, but it left dents, craters along the walls of her chest. when she inhaled she could feel each breath catch on the rough edges of the reformed terrain, and she learned that her body was a landscape, shifting and changing constantly. and she was only 13 the time her first an earthquake erupted from the depths between her hips, she knew that she wasn't going to stay like this for much longer. there was something higher than her that would play her like a puppet, moulding her with unseen hands, turning her flats into mountains, an
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"but i think
i am hungry for
love that stays"
As far as romantic tastes go, love that stays satisfies the soul more than anything else.
i am hungry for
love that stays"
As far as romantic tastes go, love that stays satisfies the soul more than anything else.