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I peel back my pockmarked skin and claw away at my imperfections. I wish to know what it feels like to be stared at; not because I'm a freak or burn people's retinas but because they're drawn to me. Struck by my eyes that promise unrequited love and legs that could take you anywhere you dream of.
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My hips may not lie but I can guarantee you my lips do and my road maps will leave you off track and wandering aimlessly. I'm not your role model or tour guide or best friend and I hope you know that when you need me, I won't be there.
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I pluck my eyes out and wander around so I can see what it's like to be blind. I've always had a distorted view of reality because eyes deceive. They trick you into making you see what you want to believe. I hear your laughs and snickers and false advice but follow it anyways.
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I starve myself and push myself to the brink of death. Hopefully soon my ribs will stick out threatening to break free of my skin and my stomach will be flat and my skin a golden brown. I just want you to notice me and want me and envy me. True beauty lies within underneath the skin. God, I don't even know where to begin. Who are you trying to fool by believing this? We all know true beauty is having eyes someone could get lost in and a smile that makes you stutter and a complexion free of blemishes and discrepancies.
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Now leave me be to my sick obsession, my unwillingness to settle for anything less than perfection. One day the sun will set for me and I will be all that I can be. Until then, I'm just another wayward person in a distorted world of people chasing after what they can never have; someone else's life.
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My hips may not lie but I can guarantee you my lips do and my road maps will leave you off track and wandering aimlessly. I'm not your role model or tour guide or best friend and I hope you know that when you need me, I won't be there.
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I pluck my eyes out and wander around so I can see what it's like to be blind. I've always had a distorted view of reality because eyes deceive. They trick you into making you see what you want to believe. I hear your laughs and snickers and false advice but follow it anyways.
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I starve myself and push myself to the brink of death. Hopefully soon my ribs will stick out threatening to break free of my skin and my stomach will be flat and my skin a golden brown. I just want you to notice me and want me and envy me. True beauty lies within underneath the skin. God, I don't even know where to begin. Who are you trying to fool by believing this? We all know true beauty is having eyes someone could get lost in and a smile that makes you stutter and a complexion free of blemishes and discrepancies.
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Now leave me be to my sick obsession, my unwillingness to settle for anything less than perfection. One day the sun will set for me and I will be all that I can be. Until then, I'm just another wayward person in a distorted world of people chasing after what they can never have; someone else's life.
Literature
Can't Get You
I see you walking,
And I can't look away
I hear you talking,
I want to hear every word you say!
I know you feel it,
I can see it your eyes
I know you want it,
I can see it in your smile!
I just can't get you!
Out of my head!
Out of my mind!
When I look around,
I see you every time!
Out of my head,
Out of my brain,
All the love I have for you,
I feel like I'm going insane...
I see your lips move...
And all I want to do...
Is feel your kiss!
The rapture of the moment...
Such pure bliss!
I know you realize,
Just how I feel...
This love is real!
I just can't get you!
Out of my head!
Out of my mind!
When I look around,
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seriously.
i would tell you that humans are a complex function of emotion and fantasy plotted on the axis of logic, but you are nothing so deep or starry-eyed. you are bleach blonde hair and spray on tans and spilled beer on the carpet.
[and honestly, hearts don't beat for you]
once, you were a snowflake - different from everyone else. but you hate the snow and you love the poisonous UV sunshine of tanning beds. you love(lust) to fuck around in trees and pools and bomb shelters. and now you are a shattered mirror that screams 'look at me! look at me! i'm just like her and her and her…'. but no one notices you because we got tired of listening to
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No One Needs To Know
There's a thousand and one things I do that concern you.
No one needs to know, or care, but here are just a few.
How I'll wear just my jersey, the one with
your name on the back, to bed with me. Just so
that I can have a little piece of you holding me
as I fall asleep.
The way I'll smile when no one's looking because
your face is on my mind, and your name on my lips.
The way I'll reread our conversations of a hundred
"I love you"s.
The way I'll whisper "Goodnight, my love"
to no one but my bedroom walls.
How there's always more room and an extra pillow
in my bed, just for you.
The way I'll look at pictures of women, stoma
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full title: Who Are You Trying To Fool? Everyone can see right through your transparent figure.
idk where this came from. but whateverrrr.
critique and comment please.
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idk where this came from. but whateverrrr.
critique and comment please.
written for:
check the group out. theyre awesome.
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Wow, Kody, this is good. really good. It's pretty deep and I like it~ it's relatible in a strange way..