You are a caricature of a man

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@sunshineforeveruntil
You are a caricature of a man
You putrid, disgusting motherfucker.
I won't live in fear of seeing your face in my nightmares or hearing your voice in the rolling thunder. I won't live fear-struck by the way you beat me into the ground with your iron fists made up of flaky skin and sticky fingers. I live in spite of you, for the fact that I am smarter, I am stronger, I am happier, and I will be more successful, I will leave this God-forsaken town, and I will never see your face again. I don't wish anything negative on you, Jeramiya. I just wish to never encounter you again, ever, whether it be in my dreams or in the line at a grocery store, but don't you worry, I will do everything in my power to never let it happen again, for I can sniff out your decaying soul from 100 miles away, from across the country, you're a vile creature and I stick by that. I despise your voice, I hate your friends, and the fact that you have no assets, no goals in life, and no love within you. You suck. You are quite honestly the stupidest, most manipulative, misogynistic, homophobic, hateful, and overall, the worst person I've ever met. If I had a chance to change the fact that I ever met you, I wouldn't. Because you had a chance and you ruined it, not once, or twice, or three times. You actually ruined it so many times that I've lost count. I can't believe that the trust I had in you was so strong that I endured your filthy presence for almost five years. The hold you had over me as a little girl stuck with me until I turned twenty. YOU WERE A GROWN ASS MAN AND YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME, AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HER. All she wanted was to be loved. You made a promise of a lavish life with roses and big green fields and friends. Marriage. But all you could do was work at an oil change store, because that is all that you are good for. What a man. You are nothing. You are simply the reason I hate men. There are too many out there like you, and I will never take the risk of meeting one like you EVER again. You're such a joke and you're not even funny!
Feel
Like a boat drifting farther into the sea
I go backwards and then I go forwards
I ache
I breathe a raspy snarling breath
It. Comes from. My chest
I keep getting rem in ded
And every time I am in shock and disbelief
How could it happen.
Blue
J
T-shirt
Cotton
Ketamine
Spearmint
Nicotine
Dog
Dog
Oil
Seatbelt
Candy??????
I’m so tired of you beating the inside of my brain until there is nothing left but a squirming dying fish
Catherine Lacey
an analysis on john denver's sunshine song
"sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy"
really?
the only way the sun ever made me happy was when i lit it with my
limited supply of matches.
sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
this is true because i cried all of the time
i gave and gave and provided until there was nothing left
jeramiya
i was the sunshine and i gave you all of my flames until i was:
a dying star! and i simply exploded!
sunshine!
every night i go on a Walk to clear my Head
the streetlights illuminate my fleeting Thoughts like
plankton in the water
water in the middle of the ocean and it's dark
and it's so deep that it looks black
and there is an oil rig humming through the water
its so scary
Loud
its terrifying
dreams
They Are Nightmares
conversations with a crisis line
reblog don’t repost
I lived until I died
One morning god woke up and decided I would meet you that day. You, a vile, selfish, sadistic creature, wishing only to watch me crumble over the years like a piece of chalk in the rain. You killed me. Every ounce of hope I had left in my body as a 15-year-old little girl is actually gone now. Remember? Remember when you peeled my skin off begging me to let you see what I held inside of the meaty prison that is my body, my brain? You peeled and peeled until all that was left were bones and strings. Every time you unearthed a new layer within me you stole it from me. You sucked everything dry. You ate my creativity, and you drank it down with hope. Nothing is left because of you. What does anything mean? I wander the populated planet and I always look over my left shoulder to see if you follow in my footsteps. I am scared. I hate you. I hate your music, and your stolen personality. You are not real. You are a tumbleweed. You are a wisdom tooth. You are a mayfly. You live for one day and then another version of you emerges when you meet someone else. You are sleezy, slimy, greedy, filthy, apathetic, and your mother was right about you from the day I met you. Your mother. Everything makes sense. You drove her to insanity, you traumatized her. Everyone in your life that's ever said one bad thing about you or picked up on your strange behaviors was right, and you were just good at convincing me that they weren't. Well, Jeramiya, I can't help you. Actually, no one can. You will be this way for the rest of your life.