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"The most beautiful things in life are not seen or heard, but felt with the heart" - Hellen Keller
Sometimes I really Despise my dreams.

Without even trying, my mind takes me to an emotional state that I had rid of so long ago. I feel the flutter of the butterflies. I feel the safety of being near you. This smile is not forced just embraced and enjoyed. I have this happiness. Then I wake up to this mythologized emotion that is not real. Something only summoned by imagination.


Because I don’t want your dick I’m a negative person and I don’t like to “go with the flow.”

Your philosophical way of thinking to just let things happen (inside my pants) may work for you but it doesn’t for me. I want more then just sexual acts within the first few dates. I want to have genuine conversations and get to know a real man that can be a true friend to me and help inspire/motivate me to be a better individual. Which unfortunately I do not think you are capable of doing. These past few weeks,although fun, I have felt agitated, inferior, and insulted. That’s only three dates.

So to answer your question. No, I will not be coming over. ✌️


Dear 
✨Kristin Young✨,

I woke up this morning and cried for you. You were my ride or die. Your beauty lit up the room. It feels like only yesterday we were at your place talking about boys and how stupid they were. We were supposed to be friends forever. I never expect forever to only be in my heart.  I always admired your ability to make anyone laugh and make anyone feel warm and fuzzy inside, regardless of how you may have felt. Your honesty, your strength, your laugh, your smile, your hair, and the hours and hours of conversations together. You were more than perfection to me. Some days I wake up and I still feel like you’re alive and well. Now when I dance. I dance for you. If there was anyone who saw my potential and believed in me, It was you. You saw the real me. You loved all of me. Now, when I look out from the stage I perform for you. I want to show you how far I’ve come and bring of piece of you with me wherever I go. A piece of that young light that that can brighten even the most hurt soul. 💚
I hate it when you Piss Me Off

Why ?

Cause the one person I want to turn to for comfort, I have to ignore him.
It creates this argument with my head and my heart.
Debating weather to give you the satisfaction of “winning” or being stubborn and impatiently wait for you to speak up.


Levres

The clock struck 12. 

Forcing yours against mine. 

Held me close until he came. 

Unaware of this burden, you were so unashamed.

Seven times too strong

I forget my hurt and laughed at my pain.

You diminished the burdened memories I fought everyday.

Soft yet so rough. 

Captivating yet so so wrong.

I discovered a smile

A smile that scorched…


HMM…so

Today our dance team rehearsed at the gym in my college. My director was wearing what I thought to be regular dance clothes (crop top, leggings, and chucks) . Shortly into our rehearsal one of the workers came in and asked her to cover herself up…image

WTF?!

THERE ARE COUNTLESS MEN IN THIS PLACE WITH LITERALLY A PIECE OF CLOTH GOING DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR CHEST. THEIR ENTIRE BODY IS SHOWN ALL THE DAMN TIME. I KNOW CAUSE I CHECK THEM OUT, but a woman cant show a little bit of her stomach??

Im so confused…


Lèvres

The clock struck 12. 

Forcing yours against mine. 

Held me close until he came. 

Unaware of this burden, you were so unashamed.

I forget my hurt and laughed at my pain.

You diminished the burdened memories I fought everyday.

Soft yet so rough. 

Allayed yet so so wrong.

I found momentary happiness 

I never knew how much a smile could burn


Internally

He is not real.

He is made up.

Someone fabricated to fulfill this fake pride so many try to embody.

He does it so well keeping society pleased.

Capable of bringing laughter to anyone, fueling their flame for passion and dreams.

His heart is cold. The depth of it is so low; his stomach can hardly hold the pain.

Where is his passion?

Where is his fuel?

It is dying as he continues to ignore what once was.

There are three people present.

The Bold one you see.

The one Suffering from low self esteem.

And the Suppressed Charismatic and Courageous one.

Who’s death is not too far off if not set free.


I can’t wait to have someone I can call my King.