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Here we go again.
Silly boy.
Tell me no lies.
I may not be smart.
But I am not stupid.
These words you speak are like flies.
Annoying little bastards.
Getting stuck in my hair.
Even though I shall not believe.
I may not be smart.
But I am not stupid.
Not so easy to decieve.
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There you sit smiling,
and it's you I'm watching,
but you don't even know,
what it is you do to me.
So I keep on watching and wanting,
every time I look at you,
every time I talk to you,
every time I smell you,
my heart continues,
melting, and I am forever dreaming.
Whenever you pass me by,
Whenever you catch my eye,
I feel like I want to cry,
because of what it is you do to me.
Your eyes gleaming,
your lips pleading,
and your hands exploring.
While my heart remains beating,
every time you look at me,
I wonder what it is you see.
Every time you talk to me,
and I hear that beautiful voice,
my knees get weak,
my stomach knots,
my chest collapses,
my neck hairs tingle,
and I stop breathing.
Just in that moment in time,
when you do what it is you do to me.
As I sit here yearning,
I imagine you,
sleeping and I want to hold you endlessly.
Forever in my arms,
for eternity.
I'll continue dreaming.
As long as you are,
Living.
Breathing.
Being.
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You shouldn't be near.
I want to make you feel pain.
Yet she still allows you to hold her near.
After all the games you played.
Watching you touch is acid on my eyes.
Holding her hand while time flies.
I sit her and wonder of the hold you have on me.
Because it won't let go and leave me be.
Your presence makes my stomache turn.
For the feeling of your touch i yearn.
I guess i never learned.
After everyones concern.
I'm lost here and now.
And to you i give a bow.
For the man who managed to give me butterflies.
And then squished them all with you piece of crap lies.
Copyright © Taylor Jenkins | Year Posted 2011
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All through the young years of one Wildflowers life, she had been introduced to all the
darkest colors. Even when the wind picked her up and carried her away the shady colors
followed. And then, rain. And the rain did not stop as it danced against her colorful and
majestic petals.
The Wildflower was sad, and her condition was deepening. Instead of the dark colors
leaving, they would fade. Showing what the Wildflower could attain, teasing her as she felt
helpless while the shade played it's games. The Wildflower began to wilt.
But the Wildflower is strong and little did she know, all her life the sun was coming to stop
the rain and bring the brighter colors. All the things she dreamt of were on there way.
The Wildflower never lost hope, and when the sun arrived, she perked up and stared in to
his face to take in all his warmth and comfort. She stood in an amazing array of beauty and
fantasia of colors. Nothing you could ever see is as beautiful or ever will be. This is truely
spectacular.
No struggle can change the fantasia that is named Taylor Jenkins.
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I can't explain these feelings.
Your concernes are eating me alive.
You want to ship me off, send me away.
And at this point i'm not quite sure if i want to stay.
You say self-distruction is on the way and that i'm losing my mind.
I'm suffocated and your insecure because your not used to my kind.
Do the same principles apply?
Do you really give a damn?
Can your perfect little world handle the messed up person i am?
I begin to think not as i watch you squirm in your seat.
Because you realize you can't get inside my head and i will never bow to your feet.
Sadness, anger and confusion begin to radiate through my bones and it won't leave me alone unless this witch lets
me handle this on my own.
Screw you Mrs. Jones.
You can't shrink my brain or pick at me anymore.
Let your meaningless worries fall to the floor, because the second your questions get too personal, i'm walking out
the door.
I will travel a thousand miles to get as far away from you as possible.
Your suffocation would be the reason i would need a mental hospital.
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I walk into hell
Scream at the demons within
They rip my flesh from my face
Revealing my true grin
I glanced to my right
As I fight them away
I see another human
Standing proudly beside me
She has become a skeleton
Her body damaged like my own
Flesh dangeling off
Exposing every single bone
Why does she do this
Who could she be
She is sacrificing herself for what I cannot see
I recognize her now
Someone I know so well
She is my one my everything
And has followed me to hell...
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Sewn rows
Shattered bones
"Please don't take my baby away!"
She worked so hard to keep her child
There was no chance in begging them to stay
Broken families
Forced to work while in pain
Countries apart
Babies to homes
Children to farms
Parents worried from afar
What kind of country do we live in,
Where we steal foreign babies and sell them for meaningless cash
To families who don't give a crap?
And the government wonders why we constantly bash.
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You beg to breath in my emotions
To get high off of my thoughts
So sure it's something you can handle
I'm not so confident in the strength of your "lungs"
For the term, "smoking you out" is a very great understatement
I've considered letting it all out
But I can't get the image of you choking on my insanity out of my head
You reassure me it's nothing you haven't heard before
While I am way to positive that you have no idea what your really talking about
I am fully aware of your desire to dissect my brain
Rummage through my own mental files for some sort of useful information to make you feel better about your own status
But you really don't know what you're trying to get yourself into
They are selfish, childish words
The ones that speak to me throughout the horribly long days
Crazy
Insane
I'm absolutely positive that would be your final conclusion
As soon as you sobered up anyways
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Hollow point needles.
Nitrogen filled bullets.
They're stealing your blood.
And filling you up with poison.
Take your everything and repulse it.
There's nothing you can do.
Sacrifice yourself and get hit.
Save the last few.
Jump out, run away.
Don't allow them to keep using you.
An injected robot .
Heald togethet by infectious screws.
Pin pricks.
Releasing your insides.
Let the world see.
The inner demon you can no longer hide.
A crisis of manipulation.
A lost cause situation.
Face what you have become.
Look in the mirror.
Watch as your world comes undone.
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I'm done saying I'm sorry
and seeing that look of satisfaction on your face.
So look at my back as a resignation
as I turn around and walk away.
Walk away from all your self loathing
and the way you speak towards me.
I'm sick of your self pity
and all the crap try to be.
I'm done with you
and your personality like Satan's spawn.
So get over yourself
and consider my butt gone.
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