Daily Confession: November 30th 2011
My feelings are smashed into puzzle pieces. I hate being too fucking sensitive. I wish I was the asshole I claimed to be.
Storm In His Head
Storm In His Head By Jean Roy His grey eyes mirrored the sky which was filled with rain clouds that would soon replicate in perfect harmony the tears that would trickle down his cheeks from the throbbing storm in his head. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Keeping secrets is its own punishment.
Foolish Heart By Jean Roy My heart foolishly continues to write out checks my mind cannot cash. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Daily Confession: November 29th 2011
I am very disappointed with myself. With the exception of very FEW amazingly wonderful people, I find myself to trusting, loving and being too giving to people. I have deactivated my Facebook once again and will focus on the people that really matter. I am done giving my all to people who could not give a fuck about me.
Nothing Tastes As Good As Being Thin Feels.
Depression By Jean Roy Like the monsters in her closet from her childhood imagination, This depression, although unseen still manages to haunt her even though she’s a big girl now. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Envy By Jean Roy There is no greater joy than being the envy of everyone else. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Wishes – Such Foolish Notions Are These
Wishes – Such Foolish Notions Are These By Jean Roy I. These bright heavenly bodies that lay perfectly in the night’s sky leave no ounce of hope for me. For I have exhausted all my efforts to achieve whatever miracle I was naively promised I would attain from wishing on them every single night before I retired to the cold spot on my bed where you were supposed to have been laying. II. I had...
Aaron By Jean Roy I. They say that most detrimental lies are the ones you feed yourself because in the end, you already know the truth. It’s the process of convincing yourself of the lie, that takes its toll on the same heart you want to prevent from breaking anymore than it already has. II. We can try to cover up the discomfort that a single name can bring, but scars of the heart are...
I hate being single....
Most of all I hate having all this love inside me go to my hand.
I crave for this. (NSFW) →
There Is No End To His Deceptions.
Broken Hearts By Jean Roy Her hope for love was crushed. If only broken hearts could be recycled. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
His Mind Is On Auto Pilot...
I love it when he sucks my dick high.
Leftover Lies By Jean Roy Five days have passed since then and I am still choking on the left over lies you force fed me on Thanksgiving. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
I hope you drown in sorrow
that you kill yourself today instead of tomorrow.
Memories By Jean Roy Your once succulent kisses would previously quench my thirst but now I am left with a flood of memories that I wish would drought from the same stormy mind you placed them in. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Love’s Vulnerability By Jean Roy Please don’t tell me you miss me Don’t make me feel more important than what I really am Don’t tell me your lips long to kiss me When this love that you’re offering is what I’ll never have. Don’t speak if lies stain your words Or if this is just a game to you I don’t want to be the one, hurt by this curse Because I know of the terrible things that love can do to...
Snip Snip Snip
I’ve cut my ties with people. New friends are needed.
Strumpet – Woman Of Power
Strumpet – Woman Of Power By Jean Roy Let me tantalize your eyes while my succulent words engage The scorching desires enabled by the intimate games we play. Allow these ruby spackled lips to hold passion In such high regard While my tip toed fingertips crave every ounce of you but your heart. Surrender yourself to me let us become one together Succumb to my suggestions Allow me to be your...
Daily Confession: November 28th 2011
My reflection only confirms how disgusting I am.
Bubble Gum Suicide
Bubble Gum Suicide By Jean Roy I love you but the idea of death was always much sweeter than the juicy fruit bubble gum you would always chew whenever I kissed you. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
These tears leave this room far blurrier than I...
Ocean Explorers, Yes We Were
Ocean Explorers, Yes We Were By Jean Roy The only fish we studied were the Gold and Swedish kind that had found refuge in the snack aisle of our local Kruger’s. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Fat Girl Problems
Fat Girl Problems By Jean Roy Mother in the kitchen Hunger pangs please subdue The alluring smell of baked goods Is sabotaging my need to avoid food. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Oh What A Broken Mess I've Become
Oh What A Broken Mess I’ve Become By Jean Roy These pieces that I lay here before you were once a full heart… I swear. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Beautiful Mouth Trap
His kisses are far better than the lies he speaks from the same mouth.
Pretending I'm Over You...
doesn’t make it true. These lies remain at the surface, unable to extinguish the fire in my heart that burns for you. Sigh. =/
Heart Strings By Jean He keeps pulling on my heart strings. But this love hurts like its out of tune. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Loser By Jean I don’t want to fall for another loser, but in this game of love, I’m the only one who is losing. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Dear Aries By Jean Roy Dear Aries, I think that its time I take back my heart and tell you goodbye. Do you know what, love truly is? Or is it just a game to you, that you constantly win? What makes you so selfish preventing you to fall? Was what I thought we had, really nothing at all? Maybe I was just a fool so dumb and conflicted holding a love so close that never really existed What has made...
Its my own fault I’m single. It’s hard to enjoy the company of a guy when my heart is craving him to be someone else.
Loving Someone More Than They Love You...
…Will always lead to heartbreak. No exceptions.
She By Jean Roy She wears her hair covering the left side of her face hiding the bruises from sight, her father gave when he put her in her place. She tries to conceal the wounds with makeup but she knows it’s a lost cause because the emotional damage can never be camouflaged. She tries to hold up the tears because watery eyes draw suspicion she doesn’t want to endure the “What’s wrong?”...
Jealousy By Jean Roy You’re just too blind to see that jealousy can break a weak heart like mine. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Unbalanced By Jean Roy Unbalanced, she tries to walk the tight rope between fiction and the truth. …Oh, the circus filled mind of a writer. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved
Molester On Thanksgiving
It sickens me that a time that is supposed to be spent with family and filled with love and joy, was so easily robbed from me yet again. The man who molested me when I was thirteen is here. He hugs me and grabs my ass and whispers in my ear how beautiful I look. I feel beyond sick right now.
Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. And what am I most thankful for? The truth. Sometimes it’s the truth you’ve been trying not to face, or the truth that will change your life. Sometimes it’s the truth that’s a long time coming. Or the truth that you prayed would never see the light of day. Some truths may not be heard the way we hoped they would. But they linger,...
There Are Times...
When thinking of you becomes the greatest injustice that my mind and heart can ever go through.
Unhappily Ever After
Unhappily Ever After By Jean Roy We signed off constant struggle during our prenuptial agreements. So naïve, little did we know that this so called love would constantly keep us defeated. In all this lack of communication the quiet, screams so loud a failed love we invested in broken promises made within our vows. We believed our hearts were secure fastened by hopes that were moving too fast...
Is just like smoke and mirrors. Always leaving me blind to the truth you are so good at hiding.
I find it really stupid that people would not consider dating someone who is HIV+. I am not here to bash anyone but I am really sick and tired of seeing good people remain alone because most of the world is ignorant to what HIV is. When most people think of someone with HIV, they immediately think its either because they were whores and fucked around. What about the people who were born with HIV?...
Almost Getting Mugged Today...
by four guys screaming and crossing the street yelling “Ayy Boy, come here, we want to talk to you.” was the highlight of my day.
Spent An Hour
Talking to my crush about how much he loves his ex girlfriend and how he hopes she will change as he texts her telling her that he wants to give it another chance. I’ve become so dumb and miserable all in one shot.
Good Morning/Afternoon/Night Wherever you are in the world. I woke up today feeling a little less depressed and angry than I do most days. I just wanted to say that I wish you all happy days filled with love, creativity and boundless opportunity. I love you. Don’t ever doubt or forget that. - Jean
Daily Confession: November 8th 2011
This secret will end our friendship. It’s hard to tell the truth when its easier to lie and keep you in my life.
Skype Rendezvous By Jean Roy Our eyes fixated on each others faces. We bask in the romance that is our weekly Tuesday long distance Skype rendezvous. …Distance does not ail us Because our love never fails us. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved