I hate myself. But I love him.i hate myself.I hate myself. But I love him. by ~disturbingcalamity
no complicated reason
it's truly that simple
this isn't a poem full of eloquent words
or beautifully awkward sentences
i am not jacks broken heart.
just that girl who smiles alot in company
and holds her chest in solitude
but then came along a boy
and my love followed too.
because his heart isn't as cruel as mine
he loves me
he shreds through that curtain
of shadows and doubt
holds out his hand and whispers
"no matter your hatred
i will never fail to love you."
then with the grace of any gentleman
he bent on one knee.
"Nadia, will you be my wife?"
lovei love my boyfriend.love by ~disturbingcalamity
four years of binging and puking for societys beauty, and all i ever got was unhelpful experts and judgemental friends. but he knew i could be better. three years going he loved me even when i forced my fingers down my throat, with no mean words to follow. understanding that it wasn't as easy as everyone expected, even if he didn't understand my reasons.
three years worth of scars to litter a boistrous body with a fragile mind. and with his one simple touch, the blade didn't appeal to me anymore. because he loved me even with my disfigured body. no more hiding under long sleeves and long pants in fear of judgement and s
EmotionlessShe cried.Emotionless by ~disturbingcalamity
She cried a lot.
Cried until those cries turned into sobs.
Sobbed until those sobs turned into cramps.
And then, she stood.
She stood like a badly oiled robot.
Stiff and awkward.
Her tears stopped, and her eyes stung.
And she started to lose feeling.
Not even love.
He lightly brushed her back
As he walked out the door.
She knew it was a
"I'm sorry, we'll get through this"
And it sent an hot tingle through her spine
But her heart stayed cold.
It stayed frozen.
It stayed still.
And that's when she realised
She had found her own way to get through this
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man by *WordOfChen
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice