The tragic story of an innocent girl losing all that made her innocent.
。includes vents +poems ,, mentions of grooming, gaslighting, manipulation, heartbreak, mentions of sh/ed n more
*this is based from things that happened to me,, its not somethin...
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untitled but titled because i think i love him
Part 1
i appreciated it when he told me we could die together he wasn't the first but it was sincere when he told me i could take his phalanges i needed an offering for my alter and how if i needed to feed i could feed on him just how bad he wants to be inside me as i want him there
i think i feel a sort of appreciation not only from me but us (miss genesis & the lady of dark herself) appreciation of the change appreciating the shared adoration appreciating the loss of fear fear that if we slipped up the attention we earned would be given to another kid a kid, a boy just like us, just as broken down (you were my brother and i loved you as such i looked to you for comfort for advice
you molested me you stole what i was away and left me gaping a hole that only you could fill until now)
i appreciate the "baby boys" the "i'm so proud of you" over the smallest things the alarms to take my medication on his phone
he makes me cry only out of relief a happiness i haven't found in so long
he called me his sunshine i'm dark, i'm more the moon but i love that i'm bright to him (he makes me feel supernova) he knows the things i think how violent i am how angry i am he looks at me all the same he said i was a wonderful writer i was shocked that anyone felt such a way i appreciate him, i appreciate everything he is
the fear.. the delusions & the fear
i hope that when he leaves me just as everyone does (i hope he never goes) he still sees me in the happiest of things in the sun and the full moon in the venus fly traps and the snake plants in the beautiful friday's that i screech are for venus in the poetry i spew about anything that reaches me in the tea i pander him with when he's sick ginger to be exact in the slushies and the disgusting captain crunch (TO HIM) in the cold that would make my toes wiggle in the strays that wonder on the streets near his cozy apartment in the frilly princess pink sheets and the lovely lingerie in the nu metal that he long outgrew (thrash metal my beloved) in the fear of women (i don't feel worthy enough to love one) in the random outbursts of lines from shows i talked him into watching in the x minutes long muffled voice messages while he's at work (his yapstar frl) in the memory of my teeth, the thing he said he adored my smile i hope he hears me i hope he remembers me the uneducated genius with a knack for herbs and random facts and a love for animals i hope he remembers
