She cut her hair, for you.See what you made her do.Her hair grew longher crowning glorylittle by littleyou cracked her, with my story.Red. Is my story.She started out, real.No mascara, no vials.She came with a voice.No surrender. Pro- choice.You with your stories of abuse,and your penis untethered. Your whipped out your sad stories and became bitter.Why did I leave you ...

I miss you.Its not complicated. No ifs, buts and maybe's. Its from the bottom of my heart. I Miss You.I don't know if I still love you.I know I want you very much. But I don't know if I can love you like I did.What is this?Your doing with her? The pictures she doesn't reciprocate, the hand holding, the public ...

I can almost follow it back to my stay in hospital. Perhaps you may say it was way before. Perhaps you may say it was me. Perhaps you never read this.But it was my stay in hospital that changed us.In November, I saw potential. In December I saw reality, a reality that love hadn't blurred.I guess it could have been ...

I sure hope I have nothing to do with how your girl friend goes on and off Facebook.Actually I really hope YOU have nothing to do with it either.Hell hath no fury Balasuriya. Drama begets the woman. Woman begets the drama. Happy Honeymooning.

How do you do it My Dear?Lie on the bed I've lain, fuck the cock that's been inside me? Eat on the dishes I've washed, Piss in the bathroom we've made love in?How Do you reconcile your self when you look as the broken glass, the earrings left behind on the window, the cigarettes they haven't thrown away with my ...

You would like that wouldn't you? On your terms? your deadly invite. On your turf, with your safety in numbers. With your manic laughter. And asinine camaraderie of a generation unknown to me. You would like that wouldn't you? That low you would stoop to see tongue tied me, hacked of joie de vivre. Your deadly invite, to see my ...

I wish i could write about love, and how one look in to your eyes could reveal all the pieces of my life that you have connected together with your wild, childish, impulsive spirit. I want to write about how i feel next to you, blissful, fulfilled, heart racing, crazy, stupid, madly and hopelessly yours that I cannot breathe. I ...

Dear Baby It’s almost been 5 months since we ‘broke up’ in the most unconventional of ways. Even though there was a period there of a couple of weeks where your eyes never seemed to meet mine, we have grown accustomed to a light - hearted camaraderie and frequent dates I have both enjoyed and looked forward to. These months ...

7 months ago, I had my life planned out, the wedding dress, the house at Bologoda lake, the savings plan and the perfect man. Now as I fish around my pockets to buy my 12th smoke for the day and wait at office after six because I'm afraid of going home to sanity, I wonder if I was ever happy ...

Every once in awhile, I look at my previous posts and remember instances in my life that compelled me to write it. I remember how I felt, the small tiny details of the scuff marks on my shoes when my heart was breaking come rushing back with the lyrics of Fiona Apple.What I fear most as I write this is ...

How I've missed you. Your cute nose and strange nasal voice echo in my mind and I long to see you again. You had the power to make me believe I was invincible, untouchable, talented & lovable. You MADE me. You gave me everything I needed to take on my enemies. You made my enemies. You chose my friends. How ...

I hate, really just hate that tone in your voice that needs me so desperately to be sane.I hate that look in your eye that pity's me when I talk too much, say too little.I hate how your hand has forgotten mine.I hate that you will never walk away, never say no, never hurt me.I hate how foolish you look ...

I've forgotten to write.Just write.In prose or poem or in Music.I've forgotten what it was like to be normal.to hold your hand and be content.To be normal.Normal, like you and me.I've forgotten how carelessGood Night, Good Bye, I Love You can be.Instead feverishly I calculate, I manipulateI analyse and reverberatemy half empty, half real,fully confused feelings from Him.I've remembered, your ...

Dear Me,16 isn't a good year for you. Sleep through it. Stay away from the cough syrup, we will never be able to account for a week of our life because of it. We could have been raped Fool. Stay away from a boy named Shayne. Scratch that. We are so much wiser for it. But be more discreet for ...

If you look at me, I will not look backIf you touch me, I will not trembleIf you call me I will not answerIf you say you love me, I will not speakIf you cry, I will not hold youYet,You will not call me, love me, cry for me, touch me or look at me.There.Then I've kept all my resolutions.

You, complete me,recklessly you redeem me.Your heart calls meand then turns me away.You, breathe me.In, deeply.Until I can't say....You, you complete me.You, tease me,your lying eyes deceive meyou tear meand then you beg me to stayYou, you taunt meyou sincerely flaunt meYou, corrupt meyou don't love meYou. You. vile infantilejuvenileso sublime..lyyou haunt me.You capture and want meYou leave meyou leave ...

We had it, we was magic.

Where's my boo?My Pina Colada?My Facebook drama?The hickeys on my neckthe late night sex?The parties at hikkathe bars at Una?The one night stands?The dude with the brands?What can I see when I can't see straight?Who will love me when I don't love my self?SuperficialityLoss of dignitylack of realityyou are not the boss of me.How long did you wait up for ...

a lifetime would never be enough to erase the dream of youYou are in my home,In my heart,In me...Your kisses have left burns on my neckYour head is imprinted on my shoulderYour hands will forever only fit mineMy clothes won't fitMy hair will never obeymy heart will never stop pounding to the beat of yoursMy mind will never learnMy waist ...

I love you My Lord,I love your silent comfort that engulfs me in the nightI long for your word to break me out of my prisonI live for your arms that reach out to spare my lifeI breathe because of youI cry when only you hearI die in your presence that strips me bare of pretenceI wait for youI live ...