STONE

i see beauty in things people don't.
          it infuriates me,
          but i guess i'll appreciate the beauty alone.
          

i feel as if once i was a kind soul.
          too kind for his own good,
          because the world has taken that kindness,
          and replaced it with this hole inside me.
          i am empty.
          
          i am exhausted.
          there is too much bitterness in my heart.
          i resent too much.
          
          i want to love but i can only hate.
          i want to love 
          i want
          i                               can only hate.

the morning rose, 
          and the darkness flew.
          but i stay in my shadow.
          i am nothing but the bitterness of a sour apple.

He held the golden apple close,
          Three goddesses waited,
          and all the world hung by his word.
          
          Power. Wisdom. Glory.
          They scattered like stars.
          but he was only mortal,
          and mortals crave the touch of love.
          
          “Aphrodite, sweet Aphrodite,”
          he whispered,
          and the wind carried it down the mountain.

I wish I could use emojis on messages n stuff like I sound so dry and edgy.

no one saw the way i wanted to hold him.
          no one will see me, or this, probably.
          i wish I could spill my heart out.

for the first time in forever,
          i forgot about him.
          
          it still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
          but for those three days at camp,
          i forgot.
          and it was nice.

"im your mother, and you can tell me anything. no matter how disgusting, nasty, filthy is is."
          
          would you still look at me like im yours if i told you i wanted to be a son, a brother, and not a daughter, a sister? would i still be your baby?

tw.
          slight mention of nsfw? like they're going at it but it's not WILD yk?
          
          hands on his chest, warm, and rough.
          foam closed his eyes. they roamed over his body, exploring every corner.
          it was a familiar feeling.
          
          his thoughts circled back to her.
          he couldn't help it, but he knows he has to move on. he just can't. it's so hard.
          
          foam opened his eyes again. he was met with someone else's, deep brown eyes, their dark hair falling into their face.
          for a moment he let himself think it was her.
          but it wasn't.
          
          "foam? is this pace okay?"
          a deep voice asked gently, and foam blinked, giving a small smile to the man he called his boyfriend.
          how did they even get together? he's unsure, but he reminds foam too much of rose, with that dark hair, and wonderful eyes. he feels guilty.
          
          "yes."
          simple answer.
          his hands went to rest on his lover's chest. 
          memories flooded back to him. the gentle fall of her chest, the way her eyelashes would cast shadows on her beautiful, pale skin. that moment in the moonlight...
          
          he was filthy. 

i WANT WANT the last guest 1337 AND jez bru WOOF WOOF WOOF 
          WHAT WHO SAID THAT WHATTTT