plastic-roses

"i guess you're one of the men that is entangled into the 60s of the times when the american dream was at its peak an hourglass shaped wife two and a half kids and a townhome with a cute white picket fence not all ordinary men limit out the extraordinary women but why do you? why do men like you see them as weird? or unnatural? or flawed? because honey we're all flawed even you, who seems to have everything together for him so have fun with your white picket fences and your two and a half kids hiding in their messy rooms as you and your hourglass wife argue over divorce papers because by the time you pick up the phone to dial my numb

"i can't tell you how i feel because i will more than likely tug your heartstrings and make your skeleton scream to the rhythm of my lines even if i were to jump into your arms and whisper my truths to you in order to calm the tide down it won't stop the upcoming hurricane that is about to submerge the both of us whole my mind is taking a ride on a carousel because the thoughts of how you will react keep spinning 'round and 'round in my head tell me will you drag me out into the rain? and kiss me as the raindrops melt into our skin like our lives depended on each other's lips? or will you finally let me go and say there's someone else aft

"i was gonna write a love poem for you handwritten words, envelopes, and all but then my heart broke so i hope that you are able to envision my heart bleeding out onto this keyboard just like the saltwater racing down my face "you made me smile from ninety to nothing and i can't accept the fact that because of our viewpoints we tore apart like my leg did in the ER you entered my life in red and you quickly made an exit in orange yet you made me see that orange wasn't a bad color after all as we walked arm and arm for miles you made me see it in a different light and when i look at you all i see is orange and instead of shivering at the

“these open flames seem to be the only things that get me they reflect the passion in my eyes as i thought about my future comforting cadavers trying to figure out who the hell would do such a wicked thing to a beautiful human being they reflect the determination in my mind as my mom hugs me and reminds me to always push to be my very best like i always have but most importantly they reflect the emotion in my heart in my bones that i felt for you during the days filled with sunshine and things to look forward to things to smile at the sunshine has faded and a beautiful yet tragic sunset has come upon us prolonged summer

"maybe I’m going crazy or maybe I’m just naive but I can’t seem to get my mind off of you you are the ocean waves that I think of whenever I can’t seem to calm down you are the sky at 11:11 p.m. that I talk to when I have no where else to turn you are the careless whisper that seems to wake me up whenever I can’t shatter my nightmares into a million pieces you are the butterflies I feel in my stomach you are the cup of coffee that I look forward to in the morning you’re the face that always seems to creep into my dreams there’s something about you that feels so right and I can’t put my finger

"a woman that looks a lot like my twin came to me in the middle of the night and embraced me tighter than a boa choking the life of its prey tighter than any man has ever done before tighter than God Himself i realized when i looked into the mirror it was me this whole time i wear red lipstick not in order to entangle into his lips but to show that i am bold bolder than tiger stripes bolder than the bright red shirt my mom wears every week to her office my main focus isn't getting with a man with a nice smile and a giving personality why do that when i've given myself more than anyone could ever give? why intertwine between the shee

"see this portrait i painted for you? i want you to take a paintbrush and slash a black streak right through the middle of it because i know that my dreams will never become reality this piece represents my heart and the black streak represents the cracks from the aftermath so shatter me until i'm shaking in the winter snow because i'm sick of the hurricanes my heart has to go through out of fear petal after petal reality chants he loves me but my insides scream he loves me not." - but i still have hope

 "i had my confidence on a leash as if it were a dog my do-or-die my best friend something that would never slip away now i'm fumbling it between my fingers slipping and sliding just like ice my teeth gritting in defense to the cold, brisk air that faces me loud like a lion and bold like the tiger stripes on my aunt's blanket i feel the frostbites scarring my cheeks and i feel my vocal chords vibrate along with the roaring wind but then i face the crowd and hear the stadium music blaring into my veins as i glide across the rink gracefully dancing across the ice with no one patting me on the back with no one encouraging me but my

 "please tell me that there is still hope for me to swoon someone as bonito como tú when all i have to give is a dead rosa but in the same sense why would you fall for a dead rose when there are plenty of flowers that have fully bloomed mis amigos are injecting palabras into me as if it's my insulin as if i need the pity in order to live but i think i know la verdad that le quiere una chica that is bonita inteligente graciosa things that i am but whenever i try to picture me being the piece to that puzzle perdo mi mente   because it doesn't seem right la no puede ser su mejor amigo esta alimentando a mi arañ

 I. "he's like a shadow one moment he's standing right in front of me or sitting right next to me smiling laughing let me tell you that he is the most vivid creature i've seen in forever but before i know it poof just like that he's gone my world spins around like a ballerina because i don't know where to look i don't know where to turn all i know how to make are circles he took a hot glue gun and engraved his smile into my memory i wish that as soon as the wind roared he'd grab a hold of my head and gently sing my name until my mind declares to be back into motion because i'm a lost child who can't find her way back home II