Bre, the Alien Faerie.

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Bonnie Loves Clyde.

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My first author copy arrived. I am proud as Punch. It’s a beautiful design.

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Must have.

Just a few months shy of a year
You’ve ruined everything we ever had before the annual mark
Like a summer thunderstorm, you’re just noise without the weather
And you’ve worn me down, eroding with the rust from your rain
Just a few things you had the chance to change
Gave it up for three days at a time of being care free
Three days of not caring about me
The things that pushed me away from you
You did repeatedly, without remorse
Now you have someone to replace me
An older model no doubt, with a little baggage of her own
That you won’t be concerned with
Living like a parasite
Just sucking down all that you can grasp
That you can easily obtain through deceit
A fool like me, fell for your tricks
A clever girl like me, left
I was ignorant, not dumb
And you picked the wrong bone to pick
Because I’m a tough one
And you’re no match for me
The tables have turned
Now you pine after me and sulk in your self pity
Moving on and happy
I see your every flaw and wonder
What I saw in you, ever
Close minded and weak hearted
You’re not a man, and not a myth
But a small boy, throwing tantrums
Dressing up in sheep’s clothing
Crying wolf
I hope she’s big and bad
And she blows your ego down
I hope you’re irrevocably sad
And you never forget my
Name

Self exposure

quickintothetardis:

I’ve been contemplating on you
for a while now
and i see it in your eyes
that you have too.

for the life of me, i dont see how
a soul like yours
can carry such heavy burdens.

Maybe thats what makes you intriguing.
The fact that you have sank so deeply
for so long and you still shine so bright.

You make me feel like i’m enough;

I’ve been watching you
Waiting
Stalking you like oblivious prey
Noticing your movements
Studying your train of thought
So I can capture you
And keep you
Memorizing the landscape of your face
Burning the sound of your voice
Into my weighed ears

There are all manner of words that I could string together
And several kinds of sentences
None would accomplish the severity of how I really feel
My gypsy soul and your nomad mind
Synch together like a melody
Its the most beautiful sound that has ever passed through my tired ears
Exhausted, from sifting through lies spilled from fake lovers
I know the truth drips from your every promise
And this fact is terrifying and comfortable at the same time
See, that’s the enigma attached to you
You’re stoic presence alleviates the weight on my existence
Coupled with your angel eyes, I stand no chance at all
I’m not even sure if I want to fight it
Trample me with your everything
Because until now, for all this time
I’ve felt like nothing