Post Part'em Depression - poems and stuff
i guess
i give up emotionally i dont want any one to get close to me ever again i lived that and never again https://66.media.tumblr.com/jzHNU97P...lMVjo1_500.jpg tiny violins she played like a fiddle i think about the girls, they're gonna drown out there they'll https://66.media.tumblr.com/jzHNU97P...ncNFo1_500.png never make it without me i said id be better than their father and i'd never let go but i lied |
my poor girls
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yo, yo...
yo... my heart open, she stab me left shards broken now Im no longer happy how odd can that be? a dream, fate sent me a fake addy now Im on the suicide hotline sir...are you ok? but I aint got time to answer so next time I see her Ill ask her we got along right? my tears are a real thing yo? or at least I think so? maybe Im sweatin from the tension with my jeans stretched out gotta hide an erection now Im heart broken & hard... hopin |
i feel like death
she wanted a hit record i was thinking of when Wreck hit her last weekend in the park It could've been my mom, her head was bouncing on the yard my sister could've been right there maybe she was, i was just staring and unaware and auroras and stars away whatev |
Had a girl suck me like I suck at punches
Felt safe and secure she was left hooked like sucker punches Used wordplay like foreplay. Told her of what's to come First was nice but this time was twice as hard, on the up and up And the third time was the charm. Fucked her stupid that's dumb luck We got wasted then I ended up fisting her she was punch drunk. |
Yeah,
I used to be vexed of your affection picking petals from flowers In retrospect there were probably better ways to be spending my hours But i was in over my head, like water dispensed from the shower Meddlesome put you on a high pedestal and you fell from the tower You turned me to an art scholar and taught me where to draw the line The heart of this fallen scribe turned from Valentines to Columbine The softer parts of my brain remember your cotton touch from a forgotten time But i no longer find love in those hallow, olive eyes |
she caught a body
no trust falls, just shotties check the scoreboard she touchdown in Lottie what is this emptiness no fulfillment from empty climps Louisana, in new york they want her to go ape but she not bananas she saw what happened to Woody in Atlanta |
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