People write songs about boys like you.
The ones with a secret to share but would rather die than say it.
Rather drink the poison than pour it down the drain.
Tell me to chose a door. One is freedom from lies and one is freedom from living. My life is a lie so which do I chose.
I think again of the perfect one but the one is not the right gender. A male cannot love another male.
But then why is it okay for females to love each other?
My dreams are worse.
I dream that his soft lips are exploring my neck and body. The sensations are enthralling. I reach to touch him but he shatters.
He was never there.
Here I am. A new girl in my bed. A head full of vodka and a heart full of pain. I look at her as she moans my name. Sapphire eyes, as precious as jewels. Shame to shatter such innocence but it will be a wonder if we remember this in the morning. I feel her hands caress my face then run deeper down my back.
I know it's supposed to be good when they scratch but when you are covered in scars they only rip up your memories.
I roll out of the bed and shove my boxers back on. I glance back.
She is lying there completely naked, trying to tempt me to come back.
I can't.
Such a piece of art should not be ruined not unless your heart is in the painting of the picture.
It is not.
I can only see him.
When does this get easy? Does this craving stop? Just to feel him come up from behind and surprise me with a passionate kiss... It would never happen. He is straight.
I am straight.
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Poisoned mind
AcakDon't mean for anything to be triggering or offensive, this might get deep and maybe too drop for some people but this is the reality of some people lives. I don't use many names in here for effect, it might be weird but please understand the reason...
