there lies a strange wonder
in the space between being friends and lovers.
no labels, titles, or expectations, only pure affection.
tell me, then.
why is it that true friends last,
but lovers end up strangers in the end?
"the dichotomy of relationships."
d.b.a
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I don't feel loved, but not because I am not loved. But because I don't know whether it's right.
You smile at me? Why smile. Is there some malice you hold between the togetherness of your teeth as you grin at me with crinkles under your beautiful, pretty eyes - I'm so lucky and undeserving - that hide depths of irritation for my presence?
You talk to me? Why converse, when my voice only proves to move you towards annoyance that sets your lips into thin lines, and drags your eyes around in arches? I cannot understand where your sarcasm and seriousness have started and ended, and this distresses me. Would you like me to talk more about it? No, no, I shan't; I talk far too much.
You love me? Why save me. Don't lie, I'll understand. I'm not anyone here's favourite, I sit quietly until called upon - why call? - I ache for love, and yet I'm not sure I'm even liked.
I'm too cheery. Too loud. Too quiet. Too Much. Too obsessive. Too clingy.
I'm sorry I touched your arm, I've been so desperate for you to reach out for me that I've overindulged myself and I apologise for it. I'm sorry I won't leave your side, I'm quite scared of people and you're warm and I have named you Comfort. I'm sorry, I really am, for loving to talk to you, because conversations with you are soothing to the chest, and I like you and your passions, and I hope to talk to you forever if only to make you laugh.
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Porn Is A Mans Best Friend
Porn is a mans best friend
Whether alone or within his girlfriend
Inside her fleshlight adversary
Or as her dildo mortuary
Adding to his fleshlight cemetary
On a swipe away for the next veiled arbitrary
For when the best of friends he can have is porn
Is when the sanctity of intimacy is halved and torn
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can you see me though all these lights
they shine so bright, you’re like starlight
by laurenmaerie, you’re my starlight
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Been so disconnected from myself
Merged myself in a world I always wanted to be
Yet when I finally got in
Something just doesn't feel right
My skin is dry, my soul is scared
And you're not here to save me
From a sadness I'm suddenly craving
Words just popped in my head
Flying in my tongue
Wish you were here
So I can put them on your mouth
I love you so
But I've been so disconnected with myself
Don't be scared if
When you decide to come back
I'm already long gone.
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Honey
She is sweeter than sugar. // Sometimes I put honey on my lips // To taste her again.
Warm skin and cotton sheets. // Let’s drive through the countryside of France // And pretend that we just eloped.
-For M.
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recently, i've been comforted by the inspired lyrics
of people struggling to cope.
these people try, desperately,
to be understood through music.
many artists use drugs as a silver bullet
to eviscerate the pain they feel.
like them, i could've easily ended up without
any obvious means of escape,
stuck in the loop of being abandoned,
waiting and wishing for someone
to save me from myself.
"poems with a melody."
d.b.a
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