Eve was the first girl ever to be alive. The first woman into another person’s life.
Can I say that MY “Eve” is similar to her?!
MY Eve, was the first girl in my life. My first love.
She has the most beautiful, long hair that I have ever seen
I’m not usually fond of girls with long hair,
but she can defiantly pull it off. (Just long enough to cover her chest area when she stands up)
Pretty as a picture.
Her face, flawless. Sure every teen might have issues with acne,
But not her.
So smooth, so soft. So her.
Her eyes, pretty blue. You can be swallowed into a new world when you look deep into them. (They look even bet
1 person I fell in love first. This person was my summer,
my joy, my love.
It sucks that because of who we are you won’t be with me..
It tears me apart.
Because it isn’t fair and just that we can’t be together cause of some
lame rule
that won’t allow it.
1st and really painful heartbreak…
Something that I never thought I’d do. Then I did it…
I used a pen.
Digging deep into my flesh.
No blood.
Just red irritated skin marks.
Only 3 of them.
That was the beginning
Later I used a xacto knife
Not deep. (only deep enough to see a little bit of blood)
Started with 5, then 15, then 28, then 56…Etc..
I kept doing this.
Every other night.
It calmed me. Relaxed me.
One of my friends saw them. She cried and cried.
I told her I would stop.
So I did.
Stopped cold turkey as some might say.
I made it over a year and one month. I was on a roll…Until last week.
After being reminded of my pain day after day&hell
That soft look in your eyes,
the touch of your hands in mine,
the warmth of your body next to mine,
I was happy.
Your breath on my neck,
the taste of your lips.
Feeling your heart, racing faster and faster,
as you breathed.
You were happy.
Your lips, your love
the feeling's a scare, and yet not.
I need the courage of your arms
around me, cause everything we went through
scared me;
but
left me hungry at the same time.
I wanted more.
I think you were wanting the same…..
But you have self control,
so you made me stop.
but I do often wonder,
what would life have been if you stayed with me.
But alas, good things has to end…ev
Pain, I feel it every day now…
It's hard to wish away…
What more is there to say?
It happens..
Missing you is what causes the pain…
I’m growing weak…
Is it because what happened between us…
Not the first part of course, but how things ended..
When you left for school…
The pain is going to be around for a while…
I don’t know how long…
But I can tell it will be a long while…
Will I ever be as happy as I was when I was with you?
I’m falling, deeper and deeper into the unknown, lost in time
Everyone has different sides by XbeyondmeX, literature
Literature
Everyone has different sides
Everyone has different sides of them self
Most have two
Bad or good
But me, I have three…
Side 1…the bad
The side where I’m mean.
I get jealous, yell at times, and don’t do what people tell me too
Someone who doesn’t care about what people think.
The side that holds grudges…
The side no one wants to be around.
I hate it because at times I don’t recognize that side until I hurt someone
Then I notice it.
Side 2…the good
The side where I’m me.
The side that people see as
innocent,
wild,
crazy,
caring,
fun
nice,
The side that people like, and wants to be around.
The side that I like.
Eve was the first girl ever to be alive. The first woman into another person’s life.
Can I say that MY “Eve” is similar to her?!
MY Eve, was the first girl in my life. My first love.
She has the most beautiful, long hair that I have ever seen
I’m not usually fond of girls with long hair,
but she can defiantly pull it off. (Just long enough to cover her chest area when she stands up)
Pretty as a picture.
Her face, flawless. Sure every teen might have issues with acne,
But not her.
So smooth, so soft. So her.
Her eyes, pretty blue. You can be swallowed into a new world when you look deep into them. (They look even bet
1 person I fell in love first. This person was my summer,
my joy, my love.
It sucks that because of who we are you won’t be with me..
It tears me apart.
Because it isn’t fair and just that we can’t be together cause of some
lame rule
that won’t allow it.
1st and really painful heartbreak…
Something that I never thought I’d do. Then I did it…
I used a pen.
Digging deep into my flesh.
No blood.
Just red irritated skin marks.
Only 3 of them.
That was the beginning
Later I used a xacto knife
Not deep. (only deep enough to see a little bit of blood)
Started with 5, then 15, then 28, then 56…Etc..
I kept doing this.
Every other night.
It calmed me. Relaxed me.
One of my friends saw them. She cried and cried.
I told her I would stop.
So I did.
Stopped cold turkey as some might say.
I made it over a year and one month. I was on a roll…Until last week.
After being reminded of my pain day after day&hell
That soft look in your eyes,
the touch of your hands in mine,
the warmth of your body next to mine,
I was happy.
Your breath on my neck,
the taste of your lips.
Feeling your heart, racing faster and faster,
as you breathed.
You were happy.
Your lips, your love
the feeling's a scare, and yet not.
I need the courage of your arms
around me, cause everything we went through
scared me;
but
left me hungry at the same time.
I wanted more.
I think you were wanting the same…..
But you have self control,
so you made me stop.
but I do often wonder,
what would life have been if you stayed with me.
But alas, good things has to end…ev
Pain, I feel it every day now…
It's hard to wish away…
What more is there to say?
It happens..
Missing you is what causes the pain…
I’m growing weak…
Is it because what happened between us…
Not the first part of course, but how things ended..
When you left for school…
The pain is going to be around for a while…
I don’t know how long…
But I can tell it will be a long while…
Will I ever be as happy as I was when I was with you?
I’m falling, deeper and deeper into the unknown, lost in time
Everyone has different sides by XbeyondmeX, literature
Literature
Everyone has different sides
Everyone has different sides of them self
Most have two
Bad or good
But me, I have three…
Side 1…the bad
The side where I’m mean.
I get jealous, yell at times, and don’t do what people tell me too
Someone who doesn’t care about what people think.
The side that holds grudges…
The side no one wants to be around.
I hate it because at times I don’t recognize that side until I hurt someone
Then I notice it.
Side 2…the good
The side where I’m me.
The side that people see as
innocent,
wild,
crazy,
caring,
fun
nice,
The side that people like, and wants to be around.
The side that I like.
they say an eating disorder will always be an eating disorder,
that a cutter will always crave the open door of their skin.
that sober is just another way of saying thirsty
and that relapse is just as far as the breadth of your self control.
when did we accept our addictions as a part of us?
maybe we've fallen in love with them,
we have been taught to define ourselves by them.
never forget, your vices are cancer. they are growths, sucking life.
they will never do anything but sink you, yet still
we don't get better, because we don't want to. not really.
why is the recovery so much harder than the relapse?
replaying old cycles like a favorite
a person, no. A friend who let me read her like I never read anyone.
the marks on your arm, to deep, to real for me to think, all I could was touch
as you said “like a map you read my scars.”
I wanted to connect with you,
to feel what you have felt for so long, that I forget how long you said. (sorry)
but that night I could,
I could feel your aura around the warmth of your body, the way you just sat there,
as I touched, felt, absorb your feelings (I felt like we were/are the same.)
we are both broken, and who knows if we will ever be fixed 100%...
I wanted to hold you again, like I did in your room where you first showed me
wh
your fingers read like brail the tallies sunk too deep in my skin
like a map you read my scars.
you translate the manifestation of my pain
and whisper it'll be alright.
and i'm blind, in need of a cure you cannot give
broken, in a manner you cannot fix.
(because maybe you are too).
i'm the expiration date,
set to implode.
the clockwork,
winding to a stop.
a nuclear leak,
spreading radiation.
i'm the fixer-up thats not worth the money.
(can't you see?)
but that night we spent on your living room couch,
your fingers wrapped tight around mine
holding them captive from tearing out my hair.
letting you in is hard for me,
please understand.
yo
thoughts on being lonely. by arabesque-o, literature
Literature
thoughts on being lonely.
somedays,
i can admit to myself that i don't want to be alone forever,
even though my bones insist its safest.
somedays,
i can't even consider getting that close to someone again.
but i've been alone for 18 years,
part of me want to find out what a together that doesn't involve him feels like.
to hold someone's hand
to talk into the night and feel the earthquake in my bones when they smile at me.
i want to write poetry into the soft corners of their wrists and across the gentle slope of their collarbones.
and learn to
kiss
without the thought of corrupted lips in my skin releasing involuntary shudders down my spine.
to be a safe house for so
This is for the people that see my art work on another DA...
The thing is that I made two DA profiles cause I could. :P
So I upload some of the same pictures/writings on this DA.
I don't want people to get mad saying I'm stealing, so that's why I'm saying this.
bulgarianchick93 is my other DA for those who are confused why pics and writings are showing up on both that profile and this one.
Thank you
T.O.