#shitty poems

[the-stoned-butch]

Dying to make out, craving the feeling of your lips pressed against mine. Biting each other slowly. I want to feel your tongue brush mine. I want to feel your hands reaching for me grabbing at me like you can’t possibly be any closer. I need your fingers running through my hair like I need the blood that courses through my veins.

[burgerscience]

Have you downloaded the Temu App yet?

[scruffydogcreative]

When you grow in a conformist space

You sacrifice blood and flesh to earn your place

Piece by piece you're broken down

Until all that remains to be found

Is a skeleton clutching organs close

Begging for acceptance from those you love most.

[cantwaittoleavethistown]

Grief

Sitting here missing you

Googling you

Finding loop holes to get

Around the blocking

Not a stalker- I swear

Just someone missing

Her old friend.

I knew their were moments

We may have been drifting apart

But to be blocked, completely cut off.

I get it, well not really but I try to

Maybe im a villain and couldn't see it

But I miss you

Mourning the loss of the first person

I ever withness be true to themselves

And demand it of those around you

Mourning this friendship

Like a ghost still haunting me

But honestly, if its whats best for you

It will have to be whats best for me

[suspenceisakillerxx]

there’s something else I needed to say.

I like you in spite of myself. I hate the way your house smells, but I think I love the way your skin feels. I hate your stupid smile and the sound of your smoke-and-tar voice. You’re everything that would be a deal-breaker in somebody else, but all of it only makes me want you more. Cause you're just.. You. And that’s worth all of the fighting and contradiction to me. This spell you’ve put over me won’t ever break, at least not as fast as my heart will. It’s more confusing than I thought it would be. Love. I think I want to kiss you sometimes, too. When you ask, I’ll say this is about our mutual friend. When they ask, I’ll say it’s about you. I’m not sure which version is the truth. But if there’s one thing that’s honest, it’s the secrets I chose to keep. Last (for a) year. Your birthday. I like you in a way that makes me hate you sometimes. 

[gotatwenty-stonemonkey]

He treats me like divinity

Worships me like long lost goddess

Holds me tight like a fleeting moment

Devours me like priceless wine

[scruffydogcreative]

Hope is a currency

You will only find

In outstretched hands.

[shit-for-me-to-remember]

Puppet on a string Watch how I sing Sing like a little bird Swing like I'm on a string

Always under some control Never being on my own If i was, I'd surely fall Cannot stand lest someones thrall