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Take meTake me as I am, for I am what you think
Take me for a fool, because if that is what you want, that is what I'll be
Take me as mute, for I'd rather be silent than joining in your bitchiness
Take me for a geek, for I'd rather be studious than stupid
Take me as a weakling and throw me against the wall
For I will smile back sweetly and will plot to kill you all.
The Things I do for loveHe struggled up the road, the box under his arm. It was nearly as big as him. It didn't fit in the car, so he struggled to her house from the other side of town.
"The things I do for love" he muttered. As he reached the gate he carefully placed the box down, too scared in case he dented the pristine cardboard. Silently he undid the gate and edged himself and the box through. He pinned the little pink card onto the logo on the box. Her favourite website, he thought. Too perfect. She spent her life on deviantART and now she had something to put on her wall. He pulled a smaller box out of his pocket. Velvet, black, ring sized. He smiled, rang the bell and silently prayed this went well.
The picture hung on the wall. A black, glossy frame framed a picture from their date two months ago. Behind them in the picture was a sign, which read "Marry me".
NamesThe little girl sat on the fluffy purple carpet and cried, she felt small and venerable. They were just names, why were they getting to her? She sniffed and lay down, curling up into a ball and stared. Something under her bed caught her eye, her teddy from when she was 5, abandoned in an attempt to be an adult. She reached out and grabbed it, pulling close to her heart and held it tight. She apologised to it, muttering into it's dusty fur for leaving it. The tears rolled down her face and dripped onto the bears cold steely eyes. They were only names, why did it hurt her so much?
She heard shouting. He was coming; they were just names, weren't they? The bruises meant nothing, he just lost it sometimes, and it was the names... but was it. The purple carpet was turning red. The bear's lose beady eyes seemed to be dull in sadness and disappointment. She heard footsteps and the shouting grew louder. She couldn't bear to face him. She took the ring off and placed it on the bed, reached for t
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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