Daily Confession: March 22nd 2012
I waste my time trying to convince you of the same beauty you possess that I’m trying to forget.
wwwtumblrcomemilymarie asked: are you a girl? or a boy either way your beautiful
When You Assume, You Give People Too Much Credit...
In Love With The Enemy
In Love With The Enemy By Jean Roy I feel as if I’m in love with the enemy because you just keep hurting me. When will you stop and love me like I love you? Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
I always fall for your lies. Your lips form such beautiful sentences that my heart cannot resist in believing.
When The Doubts Settle In
When The Doubts Settle In By Jean Roy Because loving hearts and questioning minds will end messy every time. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
If YOU are a writing blog....
…and I have not followed you yet and you are following me … let me know. It’s nearly impossible to check every persons blog that follows me on a daily basis. I prefer 1000’s of text opposed to 1000’s of overused pictures. :) And by writing I mean: Poetry, Prose, Journaling, Lyric writing, basically anything that I can immerse myself reading.
Daily Confession: March 21st 2012
Writing my feelings down will always be cheaper than a therapist.
For Once... I'd like for you to make me feel like...
The Man Of My Dreams...
Isn’t the same person I wake up to.
Daily Confession: March 19th 2012
I’m keeping this secret from myself.
The unworthiness that I felt left me with a dissatisfied sorrow that strained my mind with more questions than answers. My soul had surrendered to the insignificance that weaved my gauzeless arms immobile. These razor blades had cloven my ice cold wrists leaving nothing but postponed self made death threats where the ruby red elixir of my life was supposed to seep through the intricate veins...
• Today at work, I had to deal with these two demonic children touching shit and breaking apart the whole store because their mother was far too lazy to reprimand her two daughters. • While at the register some girl farted and tried to disguise it with a cough but her fart just kept going on for a long fifteen seconds. • This young couple had purchased a fertility basket and a spiritual...
I'll be here when you're ready to accept...
…that something this good shouldn’t just be about sex.
Kisses And Curses
Kisses And Curses By Jean Roy If only his kiss could lift the curse of loving someone that’s not him. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Too Young To Understand Love
Too Young To Understand Love By Jean Roy I was far too young to understand love, that is what they would always say. I had endured spoon burns from a heroine addicted mother. I flaunted a neck infested with black and blues to showcase that the many men who she loved wanted nothing but to deprive me of the life she gave me, without her opposition. I no longer hid behind the baggy eyes from fearful...
Stained Pillowcases By Jean Roy These tears are distant cousins to the ones that spilled from my eyes the previous night before. My mascara stained pillowcases despise the agony that you put me through. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Foolish Thought Processes
Foolish Thought Processes By Jean Roy Like a fool I pretend that soon this pain will end and you’ll finally be my boyfriend sadly knowing we’ll only remain friends instead. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
I've been here forever, hoping that you'd...
I shouldn’t be used to the fucked up games you play.