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Rapunzel, Rapunzel What you waiting for? Girl you're lucky there are no doors For men to walk through Or walk out of When they're done with you Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Tinted yellow eyes lay on my bare legs. A sleep, fed; drink to many drinks. Roughly wrinkled hands clenched beneath my hips. Breaths, deep as his arms were. Vocals, tangled like his body above mine.
At sixteen, He was your wet dream Scream, I mean, On one day this, and on one day that But I know this fact There’s no going back. So love him, no you hate him Show you what?
As I am sitting here, your hand in mine, thumb grazing over glass skin, careful so as to not break you, I wonder if your atoms sometimes mistake mine for his, and me with him.
So yeah I know you'll never read this And this is just some stupid childish crap But I'm the spirit of maybe being normal again Fuck you I know how it feels.
I was fifteen and so naive,Didn't know any better,He was eighteen, and seemed so sweet,But he changed like the weather.
She called at four am. Sobbing into the phone, we were both barely past ten. He had touched her with his sweaty hands, and looked at her with his lustful eyes. He had ripped her out of bed,
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place. I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face. I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none. Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
Two steps, quick look. Smile. Count two, three. Faded frown. Four, person number five; skip the next pace. Scour the hall; fearful to see his face. Imgine, still. Burning hazel eyes;
The first time it happened I was lost;Eyes closed wondering through the woods of my mind and running into trees I was young and a child and trying to find who I was.