on your sweet face,
rich, red love bruises
whispered along your cheeks.
your smile is the sun
and I, the pistil which reaches for the
warmth of life.
memory is a dream once real
beauty is a lake
where I take your hand and walk.
love is danced with feet of wind
on a cloud shaped like the ocean.
wherein the waves your heart rests,
it’s music I follow
it’s source should I find
kept like a precious gem
tucked in close next to
it seems the ugliest
linger around the
souls which are
hoping to steal away
for no other
but to smut it out
and turn them into the darkness
so that Evil
may have companionship.
THEY CONVERT SO MANY
BUT ALWAYS THIRST FOR MORE
THE CRIME NOT IN THE ENDS
WHICH PURE SOULS DARKENED INEVITABLY
BUT IN THE CHASE
WHICH EVIL DOES UNLEASH,
ITS HEAVIEST BURDENS INNOCENT SOULS
Scrivo perché ho bisogno di parlarti anche attraverso cose che non leggerai mai.Susih Kelsey Rae Wale (via mariofiorerosso)
I write because i need to talk to you even if its across things you will never read
Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothing
Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking pieceWhen you ask why I’m angry? (via brennanat)