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He Wore My Makeup AgainAt least it wasn't a dress this time,
but I know that my boyfriend
has something to hide.
When I'm not looking, he takes my purse,
uses my make up to cover the hurts.
Dabs his fingers into my foundation,
taps it on his face, with hands
as skilled as a physician.
The brush he rubs down the angles of his cheek.
He should be thankful that he's
the same complexion as me.
I've never seen him with a bare face,
whenever he's with me,
the make up will stay.
At least he hasn't used my lipstick
yet, I don't know how I would
feel about him adorned in red.
And my eye shadow, he seems to leave alone,
it seems he uses my make up,
just for an even tone.
Perhaps he'll progress to using the rest,
and then I suppose then, he'll start
wearing a dress.
I guess it's slow, this painful transition.
I just want him to say it,
he's already got my attention.
I get it he's a cross dresser, he has to be right?
Isn't that what men who want to
be women describe themselves like?
I think I'll confront him about his f
She is...The kind of girl who stares at a screen,
Searching for the right words.
The one who doesn't hear,
But has always wanted to be heard.
A liar who can't speak,
A coward who can't hide.
Swallowed by her grief,
Poisoned by her pride.
And yet she's found a deeper love,
Flawed as she may be.
Though left in horrid darkness,
She finds that she can see.
And with all her insecurities,
She's slipped through prison bars.
Broke through her imperfections,
And is reaching for the stars.
Banishing RealityI don't want your scars,
and I don't want to bleed.
I don't want dusty dressers and tangled hair holders,
hardback text books on top of paperback treasures.
Because the truth is this:
pain isn't beautiful.
I want your ideas,
and I want your stories.
I want dragon guarded castles and enchanted forests,
magical potions and knights with broadswords.
And I will never,
apologize for it.
E n e m y
don't let your demons win,
the ones with sharp
& a mischievous grin,
but what happens
when I'm my own demon?
My own worst nightmare,
& you can't win against yourself,
& only fight,
& try to make it through the night.
D e m o n s
demons are of evil
& not to be trusted.
They are creatures of
& creatures of sin.
But what happens when
you're too deep in,
& those demons win?
They're more of a friend
than anyone has ever been.
H e rYou trusted her alone,
but at your feet,
a pile of skulls.
She has become
a being filled with
rage & sin.
Though whatever you do,
however she seduces you,
don't let her in.
you wouldn't let her win.
do you love her that much
you'd let her feast upon your soul,
and pick her teeth
with the remains
of your useless,