Journey Through Your Forest

In an attempt to stop crying, I will write to you. This rhyme is dedicated to you, and only you.

There are some who can only be defined by storms. The eyes of storms like portals to their souls. Such a shame, your pain unseen. But I am more than willing to behold. You are, more than tainted flesh. You are, more than the space you keep between the people you meet that yearn to hear the beat of your heart in that cage. That’s what it is, right? A cage. Ribs that stick out like branches in the forest, keeping me from my destination: You. My goal is you. My love-for you. And I will not break your cage of ribs, but maneuver through them. I shall not shame him for his fears, but triumph to him. Your resistance like hot coals on my feet. Our trifles like mosquitoes on my skin. But I must swat them away, my love I must defend. Oh, how your fear beams down on me, gnawing at my sanity. But I shall not-I will not give in to temporary pains. I admit I have come close, bringing my efforts to shame. But I have risen from my selfish thoughts. I want to be your safe haven. The place where you feel safe. The place where warmth is felt in my embrace love secretes into my taste passion lives upon my face and love will never feel the same…Baby, this, is how I’ll love you. I am not perfect, like you are to me. And I may not seem like much at a whopping 5 foot 3. But the Powerpuff Girls were small. Shit-and Chucky was just a doll-but he stayed slayin’ niggas! Pistols ain’t too big neither but with one in ya face I bet you hand ova some figures…But I digress. So what are small packages? The best-if you ask me, that’s where all the magic is. Baby, I love you. Givin’ you the world baby-this is how I’ll love you. I know, I can’t be the best all the time. I know, I can’t fix it all with just this rhyme…But I am willing to travel through your forest. Because it is you I love and adore best. You can have my heart and my best efforts, baby I promise to give you no less.

Player, player.

aclockworkplum:

She is dominoes, perpetually falling forward but never actually hitting the ground. Her brain is all click, click, click, click — chain reactions and tangential connections. She is repetition in new patterns, again, again, again.

He is a deck of cards used to build a house — never a home. Every breeze knocks him over, but he pretends he cares enough to keep rebuilding.

insanenerdfish:

heruut:

i-aint-even-bovvered:

songofages:

Heartbreaking Simpsons Moments 1/∞: Bart Gets an F

I never understood why it’s an F if he gets more than half out of 100? Unless it’s more than 100. If you get more than half the answers right how is it an F?

You must not be from America. Here, grading is fucked up.

Average American Grading Scale:
A+- 97-100
A - 94-96
A- - 90-93
B- 80-89
C- 70-79
D- 60-69
F- 59 and under

oh wow that is fucked up

(Source: realfart)

Me, my Brain, and I

I don’t want to be a bother to you anymore. I knew the day would come, where you’d get frustrated with who I am. Confused about what I need. I didn’t tell you, but my anxiety is coming back. Lately there’s been so much to cry about…Recently, certain people have pushed me to the ground. I let my guard down for JUST a second…And in the midst of sulking, I have spent much time convincing myself that you will be next to push me down after I get up. So I haven’t gotten up…

Maybe if I stay down here it’ll be enough to push him away. I have to think of ways to protect myself. Why doesn’t he talk about me the way I talk about him…? I call him pet names, but he doesn’t call me any…I knew he didn’t care about me…He’s so cold…I have to stop. I have to stop caring so much. No more pet names. No more writing…He wants to feel “special”…What the fuck-what about me! How dare he be upset about me quitting the pet names, when he never does it for me…Never makes me feel special. I want to feel special too…I knew he didn’t care. I’m so stupid. Telling him all the time, and showing him how much I care. What has he done for me? How has he shown me he cares? He hasn’t. I knew he’d hurt me. He’s using me…Not for long. From now on I’m only gonna care about him as much as he cares about me. He’ll never get an ounce more.

But ugh, I really do care about him. I can’t stop what’s already started.

Omg Abri, stop. He’s using you! He said pet names were natural. So where’s your pet name?

But maybe he’s just not like that. Maybe he is, but only in a relationship.

Well if that’s it then he shouldn’t expect pet names from you! And remember, if it was “natural” you’d have one by now.

But he seemed so sweet in the beginning…

Yeah, and now he talks down to you like you’re a little kid.

But he doesn’t mean to.

How do you know?

Because he says he doesn’t.

Ok Abri. Just answer me this: Can you be happy, with how everything is now?

No…

Why?

I need affection. I need cupcaking. I need something he’ll never give. Every time I see him I end up in his lap…He puts me there. With some excuse about cold hands or warming me up. It’s never just, “let me hold you”. It’s never just cuddling or sitting or anything sweet…He’ll never be random and tell me I’m pretty. He’ll never be sweet and make me smile the way he swears I do for him…I’d end up right back here, on the ground. Sad and lonely.

See, he doesn’t do any of the things you do for him.

You’re right…

Tired.

You think I don’t want to feel apecial too? All you can talk about is how special you like feeling. You don’t give it to me, so yes I’m not going to continue to give such a feeling to you…Selfish…Maybe I want a fucking pet name! And of course you don’t decide to give me one until I tell you that you can’t have yours! And I’ve only heard that one twice. I obviously like you more than you like me. And all of that is gonna change. I refuse to give more effort than you…I refuse to get hurt. In my rationing of affection, I feel the desire to just stop it completely. Before you hurt me more.

She had never done it before. She was scared. He sat across from her, digging in his drawer for something. Her heart began to race and her breathing shortened. When she finished scanning the room, she returned her eyes to him. He was staring at her. “Are you scared?”

She looked down at her hands, “Yeah. A little.” Now her heart was pounding. She was terrified, but the void within her begged for something to fill it. There was something she longed to tell him. She had been too scared to say it, but she had tried a million times. She typed it on her phone, but deleted it soon after. She wrote it in notepads and engraved it in her mind. She knew she had to do this. She wasn’t strong enough to tell him, so she planned to prove it to him.

"You ready?"

She nodded yes. He took her hand and pulled her closer. She could feel her body tense up and then a shot of adrenaline ran through her. She could feel something escape from her body, something she’d never felt before.

She looked down to see a drop of red racing down her arm. She looked at the razor in his hand. It had kissed the red passionately. She imagined that this is what love felt like.

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