RoaringBoi

You're everything I've ever wanted. Happy, breathless, light-headed. Dizzy with emotion. Choking on my own swelled heart. I fell so easily for you. The words were on the tip of my tongue. I couldn't get them out fast enough. They were soaking into my taste buds. Soon, I would only be able to taste the remnants of those words left unsaid. 'I love you.' A pause. A lull in speech. An unconfirmed reaction. No reaction. 'Hehe. Oh ,you.' A breath, exhaled. Explicit disappointment. Three words from me. Three words from you. But there had never been so much emptiness. I wish I'd never woken up. In my dream you'd been wa

She wasn't mine in the first place – but it still hurt when she talked about her perfect lover and how they were everything I wasn't. She'd lay her head on my stomach in our tree house and we'd stay like that until we could see the stars disappearing and the sun banking on the horizon. She'd tell me to touch her – play with her hair, stroke her cheek and then she'd begin speaking again of someone who contradicted the very person I was. I would stop – she'd tell me to keep going. I'd refuse and she would lift her head, reaching a hand up to grasp at the back of my neck when I'd pull back. She'd pull me forward and connect our li

I met a girl who didn't know what affection was. She'd never been kissed by her Momma or hugged by her family. They exchanged awkward hellos and goodbyes and she sought solace with people who knew her better than her parents ever did and ever will. I wanted to be her lover. She teased me with hugs and small kisses and I felt like a child asking their mother for a kiss when I would stand on my tip toes and pull her down to my level. Pull her down to my level where I would kiss her softly and without restraint trying to show her that it was okay – that life was better with a little love – the world was better with a little love. Someo

Just the mere fact that you looked at me, considered me – set my heart ablaze. I'm like a child, latching onto any form of attention I can get, good or bad. I am like a child – hurt me with your words and action but I will still come back for more. I feel something – something so mind numbing and exhausting that I need to take the time to consider it before I blurt it out – have to wonder when the right time would be to say it – if I want to say it. I'm scared – I'm more scared than I was before when I knew I would be alone and rejected. Now I feel as if the rejection is coming, slow, eternal. Every time I think

When I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions. "Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one." I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek. "Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye." The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad." "Sad?" My mother asked inquis

the world is one vast jungle of ice and fire. hell should be so proud. i awake to sweat and cry out oh god my heart blasting from my rib cage in mortal terror the terror of being mortal. i wish i was ignorant. i wish i knew not of suffering and loss. the world from the glassy eyes pounds out an unfathomable rhythm i will never catch up to. we sit in the gutter and count the cars moaning by in the evening rain.