Adelaid Renee Taylor

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May 17

I’m not a Toy

You’re more than a boy

You’re a person of great worth

In fact, the only one I trust

But that makes it worse

because

your words were just bluffed

You’re more than a boy

You’re a lier and a scam

A scam that- in so many ways-

I fell for

And,

While you’re more than a boy

I’m more than a toy

And while you may be a player

you can’t play with me.


Well…

workmenscomp:

Bean bag pillows and Smirnoff ice
peanut butter and jelly while you smile nice
trapping me inside those eyes
and exhaling me to heave my sighs
drinks and dresses and ping pong balls
Your Ex boyfriend’s the devil’s call
and intuitive mess we made embrace
our lips touched and i never felt the same
call it addiction or poison or some trick from hell
But my heart beats on you, and it beats right well



 


Apr 24

Apr 23

Apr 22

the Business of Pleasure

Sure we’re “just friends”

just friends that talk naughty. 

You don’t want me,

but you do want my body.

So remind me not to get attached

as you’re hands slide up the small of my back

remind me that you’ll never love me

Because I’m too much to handle

because we created this scandal..

Because we lied.

To ourselves, to each other.

We created this disaster 

There is no happy ever after

This is no love to be treasured

This is just

the business of pleasure. 


Mar 31

I’m sure that I would have loved you
Even if you never had know my name.
Because nothing can quite kill this love,
Like a lion too wild to tame.
It opened its jaws and consumed me
It consumes me still
In every moment, of every day.
Even my dreams are haunted
By the smoldering of your face.
It burns me up from the inside.
A flame I’m unable to escape.
Even the rivers of my blood
Of you they reverberate.
They sing out a song of relief
From wrists of scarred velvet
A song I am unable to forget

Which is why I can’t forget you.
Not after what we went through.


Mar 11

I’m afraid to lose

what I’ve already lost.

Fighting for the dream

no matter the cost.

The dream of us,

just you and me.

A dream that will never be.

But, it makes no difference

if it’s all in vain.

I’ll go on fighting 

just the same.


Feb 13
The thing is, I would love to have her body.

The thing is, I would love to have her body.

(via mywordsunbridled-deactivated201)


Feb 10

Neither Here Nor There

jayarrarr:

I look at photos of you
                         (it’s true, I do)
When you’re not here
                            (you are always,
                                           never,
                                             here)

And I want to feel you
                         (it’s true, I do)
And wonder where you are
                                  (you are always,
                                                   ever,
                                                  there)

 

 

 

 

 

                                         (I used my own strings
                                              and strained metaphors
                                                to sew up the cracks
                                                   in your still broken heart
                                            and now I’m tripping
                                                    on my own untied shoelaces) 


Feb 7

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