my love
(Source: avaflies, via paintmesecure)
[video]
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”
Cunning young sycophant,
dangerous deviant,
hopelessly arrogant —
still, so naive.
You’ve no clue, from the start,
I’ve known I’d play my part,
watching your bleeding heart
drenching your sleeve.
Nothing shall compromise
vengeance I’ve improvised —
soon, now, you’ll realize
two can deceive.
they don’t tell anyone either,
said the man, shoving is pleasure up
my pain, wearing an old Bulls jersey,
softly whistling in my innocent ears,how do you cry for your mother
when she is world’s away, your tears softly
walking down your face on his beard,
how do you imagine the unimaginable,
as the monster is dragging you deeper into
his cave, delving deeper into your soulbig girls don’t fucking cry,
you hear me? he asks, you remember
his smell, just in case you live to
tell the tell to some shrink when you’re well into
your 20’s, so and so touched me here,
and raped me there,and sometimes,
when I’m out in Brooklyn, I see so and so,
and smiles, showing me a mouth lacking
teeth, crooked fucking smile, and
he’ll say: “My Goodness, you’ve grown to
be a fucking fine woman, Ria”and I’ll remember,
that big girls don’t fucking cry,
you hear me? and they don’t tell anyone either
i feel like erykah badu in the on & on video right now.
just fuck it.
don’t write here anymore.
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hi….