Miles!

He/Him I enjoy writing in my own way. Most of them are vents.

[mrvenus2845]

[mrvenus2845]

Part 3 of posting my old work.

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In the heart of courtship, a vexing plight. Where love bombards, an irksome sight.

Whilst I yearn for a tranquil night. With each gesture, my irritation does heighten. Each token of obsession, a burden to wane. Oh, how tiring it is to see.

Your obsessive affection, like ivy. Tightening at the edges. Of my mind, and heart, and soul. Your words, like honey, thick and sweet. Cover me in sweetness, drown me in it. Leaving no room to breathe.

The love you give, and give, and give. Until I can barely bear the weight. This love that clings to me, a relentless sun that follows me.

I want to be alone, not smothered. My time and space, it need preservation. Your weeds have spread into my garden, suffocating my flowers of peace and quiet. I pull them out, yet the grow. Your apologies do nothing but grow, they grow with the weed and do not slow their growth of vines.

I need not to know of your problems. They sink in my dirt and boil it, turning my fertile and cool soil into magma in which I loath. My peaceful island where I manage has been polluted. You bring your trash, your aches and pains. They fall upon my land, my garden, my peace and sink.

My time revolves around cleaning, cleaning the mess I have not made.

I tire.

[mrvenus2845]

Part 2 of posting my old work.

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The dizzying sensation overwhelms me once more as I stumble, desperately attempting to reach out to something, anything to regain my balance. Yet the darkness around my eyes was unyielding, closing in as if to claim me for its own. A profound weakness gripped my very legs, leaving me teetering on the verge of collapse. Every breath was laborious, the air as if lead in my lungs. Then, as if in answer to a cruel symphony, a hunger unlike any other clawed at my insides. It was relentless, a ceaseless ache that I will never give in and satisfy.

[mrvenus2845]

Part 1 of post my old work.

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I feel a deep stirring of disgust, a feeling that is so primal and strong that it bubbles within my very soul.

My chest grows tense and rigid with the force.

An air of shame permeates the very essence of my expression, the intensity of the emotion causing me to hold back tears.

My eyes burns.

Every thought that crosses my mind is filled with disgust and shame, my emotions almost tangible as they swirl within my heart. It is a feeling like no other, a deep-seated revulsion that leaves me writhing with discomfort.

A wave a guttural disgust, burning as it rises in my throat.

The urge to wretch.

My stomach threatens to bring up the last meal with acid and shame. The shame of my body, of the pain in my soul and between my legs.

[mrvenus2845]

So my ex made a joke that like 'I'm too perfect, satan had to give me disorders' and now i have this about my chronic pain aka.

Satan couldn't reach me, so he made me ache and cry instead.

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Behold my exquisite creation, my every feature crafted with divine perfection. Long eyelashes frame eyes my irises, they dance with the colors of rare stones, a mesmerizing blend of benitoite and prasiolite. My figure is complemented by a slender waist—a true testament to the beauty of timelessness, reminiscent of the ideals embraced by the elegant Victorian women of yore. Yet, beneath this flawless exterior, lurk imbalances in a world where nothing truly perfect exists.

Within the very core of my being, an ache lingers, like a phantom pain that resonated deep within my bones. My mind is weighed down by thoughts that refused to fade away, and my hands trembled with uncontrollable spasms, as though cursed by some malevolent force. Furthermore, my vision was destined to be hindered for all eternity, as if the malevolent stars aligned against me.

Once unbalanced, now the scales had been tipped in my favor weight even. Although they have become heavy and rusted, bearing the marks of my struggles and hardships.

[mrvenus2845]

Thine dearest dark dove, aouth thou finer than a black tulip or a caliginous eve. Ein bewitching twillight cannot compare to thous grace and charm. Tis thou face that doth steal mine heart like a sly thief in the night. Thy soft lips, sweeter than the orange dream of the purest sleep, beckon me closer, inviting me to taste the nectar of thy affection.