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I can't think, my head is pounding.
Pounding; resounding your words left behind.
My head won't stop replaying the scenes of your memory.
The way you moved, the way you spoke, that smile that played across your tempting face.
I despise these once cherished trinkets of thought!
My eye is bloodshot from the tears that missed you against my will.
Even if I blink! I see your face.
My hands shake, my stomache is in knots;
I'm relentlessly haunted by you, I want to forget.
I want to be able to run away from you but there's nowhere to run.
You're like a virus: there is no cure.
You're contagious,
Infectious,
Incurable
And fatal.
I'll never get away from you:
You've got me so sick.
~Hitomi
Pounding; resounding your words left behind.
My head won't stop replaying the scenes of your memory.
The way you moved, the way you spoke, that smile that played across your tempting face.
I despise these once cherished trinkets of thought!
My eye is bloodshot from the tears that missed you against my will.
Even if I blink! I see your face.
My hands shake, my stomache is in knots;
I'm relentlessly haunted by you, I want to forget.
I want to be able to run away from you but there's nowhere to run.
You're like a virus: there is no cure.
You're contagious,
Infectious,
Incurable
And fatal.
I'll never get away from you:
You've got me so sick.
~Hitomi
Literature
hold yourself together
there is a fire in this heart
i am dying from the
inside
out
i fall in and out of love with you every day
because i never know what
love
actually is
i am a mess
i am not yours
i am no one's
hereby i have been declared nothing
i am not in love with you
my feelings are mixing in the depth of this
shallow mind, i
can only dream about loving you
and face the reality that
my name will never be uttered by your lips
i care too deeply
for this to be okay.
i spend much of my night
dreaming about the way
your day
must feel
better than mine
better that me
a delicate state is
no excuse
it's
my excuse
i would prefer not to ex
Literature
Just Keep In Mind...
Remember,gay isn't all I am.
Literature
Dysphoria
I want to take a knife to my chest
Cut into the mounds of flesh sitting there.
They are lies
A false identity.
They cannot be hidden
Like what's below the belt.
Under every shirt
There they sit
Visible to all.
No one will ever know
That you're not what they see.
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I wrote this on a whim......it's kind of what I'm feeling right now......
Comments and critiques are greatly appreciated.
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~Hitomi
Comments and critiques are greatly appreciated.
Please visit my page
~Hitomi
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perfect....I would be able to make it better if I had to