"Will be there in 20?" The message from Dean reads. My brain says I should text back saying 'I will rip your balls off if you come over' or 'I am not a sex toy, you could come over and use me as and when you please' or at least a simple 'No'. But I don't. I squat next to my bed and pull out the white powder to numb the pain. I told myself that I am done with Dean and I am going to get my life back together. I cleaned up, battled withdrawals and even improved my grades. One text from him and I am snorting coke. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I let Dean treat me like trash? Why do I set myself up knowing that it's only a matter of time before he will run back to Sherley leaving me in limbo? Why? l have asked myself the same question a million times but I couldn't come up with an answer that I can use to justify myself. When it came to Dean, I was a masochist. I let him use me and discard me without any fight. Dean was my first Friend. Kiss. Sex. Love. Everything. I wanted to be his everything too. I was his first Friend. Kiss and Sex but Love.. that was Sherley. His family chauffeur's daughter. I want to be a better human and say I didn't hate her. But I am not. I am just human and I hate her with the ferocious of a thousand sun. I hate that she plays him like a fiddle and he dances to it. I hate that they fight for silly reasons and Dean comes running to me. I hate that I let him in even when I know she will reel him back in no time. I hate that he is my weakness and Sherley is his. I wished that my best friend would turn to be my lover. But he just ripped my heart out. It time to let go and move on.

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||

Ophelia wrote short letters to a boy she once loved, Michael Clifford. - Cover made by @wydSam (inspired by But You Didn't by Merrill Glass)

[completed] poetry from the mind and heart of mine -all rights reserved-

Filled with many sad and happy poems // all poems are not written by me unless stated otherwise

a few last words

Compilation of dark poems. - Trigger Warning. Highest Rankings: Poetry #24 Short Story #44 (7·07·14)

Hi, this is just my poetry book. If you're interested check out my Instagram @/foreverapoet. The Words the words i write the tears i shed the things i cite the blood i've bled what brings me delight what brings me dread all the words i got right all the words i never said ~M

ranked #1 in poetry - july 3rd 2018 somewhat mix of poetry about self love, depression, real beauty, happiness, true love, past mistakes and much more. no it does not rhyme and you might cry. enjoy ♡

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.