i love a little bit too much

and it’s ok.

I’m a love machine.

love doesn’t die

it goes dormant.

i think we love a lot of people

but we don’t do anything about it

so the love just chills

i guess

it chills in this

tiny drawer in our hearts

we never really realize

how infinite our love is

ohh well.

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A poem about an old crush

I don’t know why she always wore her hair in a side braid

Tied up the end

with a dark blue hair tie

with peach polka dots

Rare clumsy smiles cause her teeth were crooked

Cherry berry lips that looked like a new product from coca cola

cold eyes that I loved

The truth is I never really knew anything about her

I just liked the way she looked

 

 

 

 

Pretends to be shocked about racism in the lesbian community or basically any community (NSFW)

Ok technically im pan and technically im black. Yes dear shook people I am a Pansexual , black woman with acne looking for love. Yes I live in a small mostly white country  where people are ok with me being the black acquaintance but never their lover. Dare i try to date someone online and let them know im black my oh my do the tables turn. Honestly people get shook by the concept of black pussy it frighten’s white society so much. Yes I know there are successful interracial-lesbian etc couples out there and blah blah blah. But in this tiny white ass country can a hoe get some pussy without being racially blocked out. Ohh yes this applies to dick as well. You would think the lgbt community is a safer place for POC but hell no white pussy is the answer to every bodies desire. Idgaf what colour the pussy/dick/etc I eat is but can I get a fair chance at life it’s hard enough being human. Why do I even hope that one day people are not going to get freaked out by me in this small ass white ass country. What is this life I need a fucking holiday.

Ok someone kinda liked me back

I met a dude online we seemed to have some shit in common. He seemed nice. I thought there was something there. As usual in my mind i was walking down the aisle in my white overalls and veil. I was happy with the dude but i guess he wasn’t happy with me. True I really pestered the dude but I thought he felt the same way. He smelt really good and he had really curly hair. He was somewhat shy. I just finished watching my mad fat diary season 1 episode 2 and now im pretty sure he is gay af. At least I hope he is gay as fuck or maybe I just have a shit personality. Maybe I am controlling I thought I was giving him advice to be a better person but idk maybe not. We sat by the river one time and watched the ducks swim past I felt invincible more than that I felt peace. The stars had aligned and there was peace. There was more joy in my heart than ever before.

The more I think about it he kinda looked like an alien with his big ass head. How dare the little bitch reject me not once, not twice, but four times. How dare I be so stupid to beg for shit. Wow this dude walked all over me and lied with the ” it’s not you its me” bull shit. What the fuck does that shit mean? Dear ladies and gentlemen if there is something wrong with a bitch tell her so she can make some fucking improvements. The alien  bitch was apparently lost in life and I’m wondering how are you lost in life when you have google maps and free wifi ?? Honestly I’m glad that weak ass bitch isn’t in my life. Yes I sound bitter but do you know how much self doubt and depression I have had since he officially rejected me? Well I don’t enjoy suffering so I’m going to let everyone know  my pain.