SeMe-UkE

WHERE ARE MY BABIES AT? 
          	
          	Old friends message me <3

SeMe-UkE

Ghost
          That's what they called him. Although it wasn't his real name.
          He was a tall man, young, handsome even. With brown eyes that resembled chocolate, brown hair that was soft to the touch. 
          The faint scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol on his skin made everything so bitter sweet.
          
          Angel
          That's what they called her, amongst other things. She was far beyond that, but her blue and silver tinted eyes and colored hair made her look like one. 
          She fell for this Ghost, by accident like most.
          He hurt her, he loved her, he hated her, yet he kissed it all better.
          She loved the thrill, the ride, she loved him.
          But she was never enough.
          For she calls him Ghost.
          Because he made her feel like one.
          
          And yet...
          The story doesn't end there..
          She misses him.
          Beyond despair.

SeMe-UkE

Account is going inactive as school is about to start up again. 
          There will be some changes to the books published though;
          
          Speak Of The Devil; this was written for someone special but I will be deleting it as that person is no longer special to me due to his own accord. (Or it will be changed to be based on true events between the relationship)
          
          Transgender Is Key; this will be fixed eventually when I have time
          
          The Broken Body; I have to get a hold of the person this was connected with but hopefully it'll be fixed :)
          
          
          All Rps will be closed until then, if you wish to contact me my Snapchat is xhiddenprincex
          
          Thank you and love you all!!

SeMe-UkE

this message may be offensive 
WARNING; VENT
          
          You know what's sad?
          Loving someone that doesn't love you as much.
          You put your all in, and yet. 
          Nothing you do could ever be enough.
          You dream about them.
          Always thinking about them.
          But to them;
          You are nothing more than a mere thought.
          A bother.
          To them;
          You are a fling.
          They don't mind loosing you.
          They don't care if you leave.
          Because you're the one putting in 150.
          Not them.
          You get them things.
          Remind them of your love.
          But all they want.
          Is to fuck.
          Reassurance is what you need
          Not that D.
          But you pretend it's love.
          And you tell yourself it's all you need.
          No.
          What you need are late night texts.
          Check-ins that show they care.
          Random gifts.
          And surprise date nights.
          You need sleep calls.
          And to feel their love.
          But it's okay.
          Cause you'll never be enough.

SeMe-UkE

@Liznightangel I know
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Liznightangel

@SeMe-UkE not to be mean..
            
            But it sounds like you are in a relationship with a narcissist..
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