cornered

I wanted to ask, wanted to clear things. I wanted to remove all these thoughts inside my head. I wanted to know what’s the truth. Because I have this feeling that something isn’t right, things aren’t adding up. And I don’t know if you’ll tell the truth or if you’re just going to shush me off, like my thoughts are just out of paranoia. I wanted to ask but what good would it do anyway? Will I be able to accept the truth? Will I get hurt, again? I’m tired of getting hurt, of picking up my heart everytime someone else picks and drops it, of rebuilding myself, of telling myself I deserve better but only settling for what people give to me. I’m tired of listening to people when they say how much they love me but some of their actions prove less. I’m tired of always putting my heart out in hopes that maybe, this time I won’t get left behind, that maybe this time, I will be enough for someone. I’m tired and I just want someone to prove to me that I can also be a priority, I’m tired of always telling people that no matter what they do, I will understand them, will forgive them but only takes that for granted. For once I just want someone to tell me “you got me” and proves it everyday.
—  9:07//Confusions and Questions

You had me daydreaming about our kids
a house that’s never known hate
a life worth living

You fed me the lines
to keep my fire burning
told me you would stay to protect me

But that was too much for you, wasn’t it?

You came through and set fire to the walls
claiming I had it coming
that you were just saving the world
again

You left me starving for the sweet taste of false promises
our kids never stood a chance
and our house was built out
temporary love

—  Futures//kayla
I sit on a hill
Dilapidated
And hunched over
Weighed down
With knowledge
And remembering.

The seasons knocked
On my doors
And windows
Until they broke
Encroaching
On numbness.

The world was a
Burglar of years
Robbing my home
Of calmness
And control
Over my insides.

Things not mine
Made resting places
Within my ribcage
Nestled below
My heart
Taking up space.

I feel them
Burdening
My already sunken
Beams groaning
Under the pressure
Of being.

I wait for time
To lay me down
In the dirt
So I can rest
Opening myself
Willingly, finally.
—  Dilapidated
I buy large chips so I can share them with you
but you’re gone
just like everyone is so often gone
and I find myself roaming the streets aimlessly
thinking
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be
but it’s ok
because a nice old man buys me a glass of wine
and I no longer feel like a cloud of anxiety
and maybe I can talk to cute boys
except when the cute boys turn up I talk to everybody except for them
until I manage to orchestrate it all like a symphony
and he looks at me
and I wish I could fold myself up like those fancy napkins you see in expensive restaurants
but I can’t fold myself up and here I am dripping all over the floor like spilt beer
sparkling with authenticity
and god dammit why do all the cute boys have to be in crowded places
because I’d quite like to make this space smaller and just have a conversation
a proper conversation
if only the world would stop making so much noise and let him finish his sentences
because I’d quite like him to finish his sentences
because I’m fizzing with the answers to a thousand potential questions
like
why are you here
how did this happen
to which I’d say
I’m here for you
and it happened because I wanted it to.
Feet to the wind from the backseat.
Damp chilled air rushing in from
a summer’s jaunt through the city.
Up through my toes and out of my eyes.
Too tired. Too drunk. Too scared.

The car slows down as her hand fills mine.
Fright flies out the window
as the past moves in.
I remember.
—  ADM

You have been eating away at me
taking little bits of my soul since the beginning
and I let you
because I thought that this was what love was

Now I’m finding myself again
and I’ve come to realize
this is just how
the bad guy wins
and I was a willing victim

—  Taken//kayla

anonymous asked:

SCRAPY DOO CANR EAT MY FUCKING ASS HIS FUCJINH VOIVE IS SHIT AND HIZ FUCKING CHARACTER DEAIGN IS A CHUBY SCOOBY DOO HEAD WITH A FUCKINGS FURRYY BODY ANDB HIS EPISOFES ALWAYS END WITH HIM BEINH A DICK AND HONESTLY BLESS YOU YOTR DOING THE LORDS WORK

I imagine this being yelled at me from a car when I’m walking down the street. I’m filled with both slight fear and incredible happiness. Thank you!

it was a trailer park love,
bonfires and beers,
all american.
he tasted like smoke,
black lungs,
black eyes.
she was cherry vodka,
pink from the booze,
pink from the heat,
and burned all the way down.
it was summer nights,
and sour mornings.
dancing in the smoke
and crackling laughter
setting nerves on fire.
fighting in the dawn
silent coffee
and avoided gazes.
infatuation of slick skin
and wet lips,
the shared fire 
of desperate escapes
blurry nights
and hazy mornings.
he was high on her
and she was never high enough.
—  thegreenkindofgirl