Before you.

Before you I never cried when right
I was always out and about at night
I use to madly dance and sing
I would go around bossing
I would never listen to anyone
I always got my things done
I smoked as much as i wanted
I always walked and wondered

Before you, I use to praise the sun
I would flirt with strangers for fun
I was never going back home
I’d wear gladiators when in rome
I was always searching for an excuse
I didn’t get surprised with bruises
I never watched for my carefree ways
I was swimming in forbidden bays
   
Before you I used to hurt myself
I made plans in a bookshelf
I used to dream of a far land
I would hate to walk hand-in-hand
I used to uniform in skirts and low-cuts
I thought I could resist to bullets
I use to go by with excess
I used to be a complete mess.

[written by B]

I don’t know why

But I keep getting followers…

Maybe someone reblogged me or something.

I don’t know why you follow me as I’m pretty amateur,

but I am glad you do.

If anyone wants to send me views on my writing I would love it.

Truly thank you guys.

First Fights

Always so sure - you and your matureness
Always so damn right - against me and my stupidness

Calling me weak
Telling me to grow
Making me sad and sick
Making me want to go

Never answering my questions
Never reacting to my actions
Left alone to cry myself to sleep
And behind a cigarette my answers to seek

You can’t avoid first fights
But they are easier to soft
with kisses and love bites
This distance worries me

[written by B]

One Night Only.

For what you’ve said I should have left you
The streets I should have hit but I  missed it
There I was - I said. You laugh a bit.
In need of a taste of forbid; a taste of freedom.
A taste of you.

I was there and your body was over mine.
There we kissed and stayed.
Denied when asked If I would had to leave
There I wanted to be.
There I stay and further we went.
To your room we danced,
To your bed we played,
Our clothes off were taken.

There we were,
but now here I am.
In solitude, in desperation, in need.
In love I wouldn’t say but in lust I can’t deny.
But you are not around and you are not mine.

Here I am and you’re not.
There you are, in a knot.

[written by B]

Taken too.

Show down time
I open my cards
I open my heart
I’m waiting

But you don’t move
Won’t say out loud
I need to hear from you
But i don’t hear a sound

I get, you’re trapped
But are you where you wanna be?
Feels like you are hiding
I’m blinding
There’s something in you I can’t see.

[written by B]

Dry.

You said that you missed me
But I didn’t say so

I did it too
I’m your waterloo
I proved The Game wrong
I proved you’re not that strong

To all the hearts you broke
Your heart now I ditch
For all that we spoke,
Karma is indeed a bitch.

[written by B]

Missed

The worst of this
is missing all that we could have been
and all than we could have done
When nothing ever happened
And nothing was ever said

Still I miss what could have turned out
Still I miss having you,

when I actually never had.
When I actually never touched you,
When we never ever kissed.
I miss the ideas of your hugs,
when you never ever touched me.

[written by B]

Sorry, i shall remain the same.

No man in earth should deny his way
As when one do so his popularness may raise
but the emptiness won’t ever sway

I had no intention to be praised
I had no argumentation to be seized
I have no heaven to be appraised
 
I never try to do good or better
I have no idol on my elders
My actions take no cations
Because it’s known that life gets harder
when you try to live upon others expectations

I may regret what I didn’t do
the ones i should have loved and i didn’t   
the ones i should have hated too
The never-used best-judgment

My pride may even deny some
Even if those stories to my memory come
My proud must stay on unplayed,
as my memory with time will fade.

For those who stay will me are welcome
For those who leave, they can take a poem.

[written by B]

Someone Else’s Story

Drag myself to a shallow state
I’m trying to get out of it sane.
Keep telling myself that I must be brave,
keep telling myself every day the same.
And that man is not a bachelor
and it saddens you sometimes.
Second girls aren’t choosers
but they can’t make things go right.

And In the morning when you’re falling asleep with her - i know
I know there’s someone that will always be alone.
And when you talk to me to know if I’m feeling better
I’ve got to let you know…This is someone else’s story…

[written by B - inspired by Someone Else’s Song by Libertines]

Dark Rooms

Blind I’d rather be,
Than this scene to see.

I knew the truth for long,
I know that you’re not wrong,
But maybe i’m not so Strong.

Not that I love you, I don’t.
Or that I will, I won’t,
Just blind I’d rather be,
Than this scene to see.

I rather this sight to burn
And see the dark in return,
I rather be in dark rooms, even if not real,
Only dark rooms, to me, have appeal.

[written by B]