Vicious Mistress's blog: "My Poetry"

i find myself asking this certain question, is being in love really a blessing? i really hope so cause i'm there, now living life as if it treats me fair, i found you and don't want to let you go, all i can do is learn how to show, you've been hurt a lot this i've heard, i'm not like the rest, you are my bird i'll come to you sober and straight, just hope your loves true, not fake, i'm opening my heart as far as it can be, because when i'm with you i feel free, i'm so addicted to you, i can't get enough, but this being away from you is so tough i'll do what i have to do, just hope in the end i'm with you.

It's too hot in the store and I want to roll up my sleeves, but the gashes on my arm are in straight lines, glaringly obvious to anyone who 'went through that phase' already. Clearly I did not fall down any stairs to get these scabbed over little trenches

Bees in the caramel and I'm not afraid Surgeons make incisions What a mess they've made Tearing at my skin leaving knives in my brain Stabbing at the voices making me insane Girls vomit candy and lies that they're fed. Boys whisper lullabies and wet their beds Eat TV violence on the toast that they spread Talking with their mouths full here is what they've said.

and as she sits and wonders how no one would notice if she died oh the view from her balcony seems so beautiful tonight

You look at my dolled up face and see A happy, joyful, smart, wonderful Girl But look in my eyes and in lies The tortured, tormented, sad me Not what youd expect Hunny Im just a good actress

Shallow skin I can paint with 'pain I mark the trails on my arm with your disdain everyday its the same I love `you hate you but i guess you dont care anymore..... '

His spirit haunts me and I cant run away from it Will you ever give up and quit? I just wanna move on and pretend like my past isnt there And then I stare At the red lines scratched across my arm And I know that my past is real Its glaring right at me

you spit out lies like its the air you breath you read from the book of how to mislead your a player and you know it your breaking my heart but i dont show it blush red cheeks and a letter full of 'i love you's' this is just not me..

A diary under the mattress drugs beneath the bed A body on the bedroom floor One gunshot to the head She finally told the world how she felt

Damn this destiny And damn this twist of fate And damn its 5 A.M. and I'm still awake You're haunting me I know its hypocrisy but this is not easy