#poem?

[worksandmusings2]

Mirrors

Damian Wayne hates mirrors.

Staring at a boy of 10 in front of him.

Danny can't stand mirrors.

His hand covers one of his eyes and imagines green ones staring back.

Damian finds mirrors unpleasant.

He smiles and wonders why it looks so unfamiliar on his face.

Danny can't help but stare at mirrors.

A smirk on his face. It looks familiar.

Damian longs to stare at mirrors.

Waiting for someone else to stare back.

Daniel waves goodbye to the mirror knowing he'll be back.

Promising to smile the next time he sees one.

Damian turns away from the mirror, ready for the mission at hand. Knowing he will be back to see the ghost of a boy he left behind.

[worksandmusings]

Mirrors

Damian Wayne hates mirrors.

Staring at a boy of 10 in front of him.

Danny can't stand mirrors.

His hand covers one of his eyes and imagines green one's staring back.

Damian finds mirrors unpleasant.

He smiles and wonders why it looks so unfamiliar on his face.

Danny can't help but stare at mirrors.

A smirk on his face. It looks familiar.

Damian longs to stare at mirrors.

Waiting for someone else to stare back.

Daniel waves goodbye to the mirror knowing he'll be back.

Promising to smile the next time he sees one.

Damian turns away from the mirror ready for the mission at hand. Knowing he will be back to see the ghost of a boy he left behind.

[real-hot-grl-shi]

I hate how people shame me for being hypersexual. I hate how people shame me for being honest about my feelings. I hate how people laugh in my face when I try to explain them. I hate how people hate me just because im like this. I hate how my actions always come first before I think. I hate how sexual I can be at the smallest things.

I hate how draining it can be just to hold myself back to not say anything. I hate how people go and "support" me for what im going through just to turn their backs on me when they see the hard truth. I hate having to change how I act around people just for them to like me. I hate how draining it is just to go a day without putting my hands on my body. I hate how hard it is to keep composure and not let my thoughts spill.

I hate how I look in the mirror and know that im at the end of the day im a sexual slut with 0 control over my body. I hate being hypersexual.

[saltedsan]

from poem “December” by me. something bad.

[glasschorded]

i was definitely thinking something last night. i don’t know what.

bars or is it evil..

[writerabigailcooper]

sometimes, goodbyes are easy. other times, they burn in your throat like a stoked fire, the flame eating you alive. nothing can quench its thirst, and nothing can make it leave.

could you let it go? you need to. it's only growing stronger.

[cha0ticlesbian]

The sky is a lesbian and the moon is her lover