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I love books and poetry because I better prefer to get lost in mind of someone else than in my own. •○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•

Bum Baby 🩶 (my dark romance aesthetic poetry reading)

Pay To Play 🌹 (my bettie page aesthetic poetry reading and 1950s pin-up fashion style lookbook)

Help Yourself 🚩 (my red flag men dark poetry reading)

Street Walker 🚷 (my party girl dark poetry reading)

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my poem:

Sharing my precious minutes and late hours With a man who doesn’t sleep

The boys don’t know how to keep

Men are my vice and I’m feening

I only wish he cared for me

The way I know he does the other plastic barbie

The stories secretive like his prison tattoos

I’m a comfortable civilian to his masculine mind

I thought I’ve survived my troubled youth

Discovered the trap doors and atoned with selfish sorries

Signed the peace treaties and fell to my knees, pleading as if something’s listening

Yet nothing compares to soldier stories he shares of barracks and bravery

If he’s a veteran, I’m a goodie two shoes

A rookie with a mouth like a chambered glock

Ripped up boots sustain my weak knees

Distorted memories

How can a special moment that just happened yesterday, feel a decade old?

Love bites fade slowly

With trust so will my misery

Judgement don’t faze me

Nor what God has in store for me

I live for love and love even harder

I’m a pretentious painter like an instagram model is an actress, who stars only in “adult movies”

Dirty hair with an intense stare

Do you wanna hurt me or is the fist around my throat your way of saying

“I love you too”

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my poem:

Everything’s backwards and so am I

Gentle lover, forgetful father, distant mother

I’m a girl born in the wrong body, born in the right body

I may not be wife material but I do make a delicious midnight snack

I may not be your number one but I am your type

Dark romance and sugar coated lies

I may not have found true love but I have given up

He’s just a man and I was too, til I met l him…

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my poem:

He loves you

Anyone with eyes could see

Everything I’ll never be

Soft and sweet

Dreaming about pregnancy

Opening doors before you speak

Crawling babies, you’ll never be alone

Scribbles on the walls

A secure place to sleep

A nest he built for me

Furry arms to doze the day away

All the things a girl like me could wish for

Burden to what’s in between my knees

Perfect for a hall pass or midnight vacation

A cheating scheme

Who you visit only after she goes to sleep

John pays for this to be discreet

Daddy pleads for a discount

Promising you’re all he needs

Yet if it weren’t for what’s underneath my skirt

He wouldn’t blow up my phone

Delivering roses and sweets

Requesting pictures and videos of me

I’m a vision, a muse, a watercolor painting

One tiny man could buy but never keep

Grab her by the hips

And rob her delicacy

Innocence belongs to the naive

I’m all out of trust

Love was too expensive

Only left me falling to my knees

The tears roll and frowns cement

The boys I choose promise one thing

To cherish me while leaving me bleeding

A stream on my cheek

He cradles my manicured face with an open fist

Tells me I have to beg for more

Soaks my bedsheets and breaks my bed frame

I guess I like it

My mind’s empty and legs weak

I asked for this pain

Block your number as I lock the gate

The checks cleared and lipstick smeared

If loves so cheap, why am I still here picking weeds?

Blue Balls 🎱 (my mystic mistress dark poetry reading and dark romance fashion style lookbook)

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my poem:

Don’t you wanna cheat on your wife

Make you double guess your vows

Sin is only pretty, when it’s temporary

5 minutes and he’s gone

Back to playing house

They all wanna get in and dip

You can find her lurking dark alleys

With the sultry look in her eyes

She’s kinda scary, in a lustful way

She prays for herself and swallows the pests

Sweet like bubble chews

Ssxy like her mother

Ballsy like her father

She won’t miss you

Just the feeling of being adored

Attention versus admiration

Sensual touch is foreign

Out of her budget

She has a price

Are you willing to cough up the cold hard cash or left driving home with blue balls?

Palais Garnier - Grand Staircase (3D Model) | by walidlayouni

"I love chandelier not only because they're pretty but because I wish to d@e when it falls on me, imagine how pretty that would be!"

“There are only bloody faerytales. The origins of every faerytale are steeped in blood and fear.”

- Franz Kafka

Yes, but also, "Mine" like a dragon. Because as possessive as it comes across, a dragon values its treasure. It covets and admires it and wishes to be beside it at all times (quite literally buried inside it for some), *suggestive eyebrows* to protect it from those which would take it only for its base value and trade, neglect, or mistreat it. A dragon will literally die for what it decides is its, not in some Shakespearean self-sacrificing way of thinking life is not worth living without, though it would be devastated. It's because it would do everything in its power to keep it from the hands of those it deems unworthy (every other living thing unless proven otherwise), because the idea of what it cherishes not being given the respect it deserves is infuriating. It will fight tooth and claw, with every bit of breath in its lungs, to reclaim it if it is lost or stolen.

When a dragon takes a treasure into its collection it is the collection. People often misconstrue this concept as: "Oh, yeah, just become a piece of property that's owned by someone jealous but will ultimately still only see you as a thing."

That is not how a dragon views its treasure. That is how most other things do, especially humans. Its treasure, all of it, every single thing about it, is valued, faults and all. So, in terms of a person, to be "mine" to a dragon does not mean you are but a piece, a small thing of value, that might occasionally be doted on but mostly is ignored for something new. You are the treasure. As in, the entire fucking collection. The whole thing! You are the most valuable, wonderful, fascinating thing in all the world and it wants as much of you as it can get. It wants to explore every facet and find every piece of you no matter how hidden or treacherous to uncover, and will proudly call you its for the rest of its life, long after parts of you start to age, decay, and lose their shine. It will be just as proud to have you then as the first day it found you.

"Mine," like a dragon.

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

The fact that Gomez refers to Morticia as "My heart" and she calls him "My savage", both in their native tongues. Just 😩

THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

books soothe my soul, i truly can’t describe my love for reading

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current read: A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens