cheating

Right or Wrong?

 

Liar, cheater, whore, bitch

 

You call me a cheater but you can never see

 

The hurt and pain you caused me

 

I was silently pleading for your attention

 

A little more of embrace, warm affection

 

But you blatantly ignored me

 

As if I was a ghost; I didn't exist

 

Is it my fault, though?

 

The truth is plain to see: You forgot to love me

 

I couldn't take it anymore seemingly trapped in a web

 

The endless karmic cycle of unhappiness and misery which I weaved

 

Until I saw a shimmering light

 

A flicker of happiness which blinded my sight

 

I saw hope and brightness in the arms of another

 

A love that was much more pure and real than you've ever shown me

 

I then knew what was missed in my life

 

I've found new love and they treat me better and gave me more love than you ever would or even could

 

Yes, I lied....

 

Yes, I cheated....

 

But in the end, I'm not the one to blame

 

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This car

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my fucked up head

With you in this car full of smoke...
What am I doing? Why!
This is crazy
You have her
I have him.... Him
What Am I Doing??
I choose him 100x
Only him...He loves me...I love him
Him...

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Plagiarize My Love (day 15)

I’ll let you plagiarize my love

as long as we don’t tell

I’ll hold hands with both of you

but you’ll feel our sparks every time

I can’t keep unwritten promises,

to you or to her

 

I watch you smiling together,

I almost laugh out loud

I have you on a tight enough leash

that even though you sit so close

you could whisper in her ear,

her back’s still turned

 

and if you’re close to forming a coherent thought

I can so easily silence you

by dropping you on the corner

 

Don’t worry, we won’t get caught

As long as you’ll wait for me to come home

no one ever sees the other girl’s silhouette,

don’t worry, you’re safe and beautiful, we won’t get caught

 

I’ll let you plagiarize my love

as long as we don’t tell

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/16/16

Plagiarize, whisper

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Chill

 

That’s fucked up Liam.
Really England?
You dropped me to go see him?
Now you’re saying I didn’t give you any freedom?

Get the fuck up.
I don’t care if you’re strapped down.
I am tired of fucking around.
You wanted to cheat on me right?

You fucking whore
What’s real anymore?
Was that picture real?
Do you still want to Netflix and chill?

Fuck it. Im putting this entire situation on the grill
Open up this burger and drop a pill in it
Serve it to your ass. Call it nightlock
and shove you in the back of my truck

Cause you’re never going to wake up.  Tough luck
Now sit back and don’t make a cluck
You’re like a chicken. You can’t fly but you can pluck
Chuck out your feathers and shit but you tuck it. Kinda like Liam. You fucked it.

I don’t care about your feelings. I don’t give a fuck
Girl. Want to know the price of that flower bill?
Three hundred but it felt like a couple mil.
Hell. We were kids back then

Or we were until you climbed that hill
All the way up to lick Liams rich dick.
My dads name was Rick.
He doesn’t care about a fuckin chick

Should have taken a guitar pick and flicked
Guess I should have learned from my brother Nick
Smoke weed til I got sick
Flip out. Don’t even try to pout

I think we are on the same route
No one can hear you
Go ahead and shout.
I don’t doubt that you suck

If I was you I'd close my snout

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for the cheater

Everything in my life was so 

secure and now you went 

and fucked that all up for me. 

 

I was sober and doing fine 

Now you drive me to spark up, 

To drink up, 

Drowwwwwn my sorrows. 

You surfaced all of the evil in the world 

To my attention. 

You made me see the worst in everyone 

And I hate you for it. 

You say I'm the best thing that's ever happened you 

And that I lifted you up 

When you needed it most 

And what did you do for me? 

Try to drag me down to your level. 

I can't even comprehend 

Your close-mindedness, 

Your ignorance 

It's all beyond belief for me 

I cant understand how someone like you 

That I fell for 

Could turn out so stupid 

But I knew it from the start 

And I ignored it 

Because everyone said we were cute together 

But they were wrong 

Because our personalities clashed like no others. 

You're terrible you're awful 

And I could never tell this to your face because 

I can't hurt you like that, 

I can't stoop down to that level 

But I've never felt more of a need to Drag you back down 

After all I did to bring you up. 

You wasted it you wasted me 

I'm never coming back. 

 

That's the worst mistake you've made, 

You swapped a dime for two pennies 

Maybe more than two pennies

Maybe a handful for poor girls 

Didn't even know. 

They didn't even know 

Because you're evil you didn't tell the poor girls. 

Oh fuck you 

I wish all the harm in the world 

Upon you how could you 

How dare you 

Oh fuck you.

 

Now it's midnight and I still can't sleep

It's lunchtime and I still can't eat

Skipped breakfast, left my lunch in the brown paper bag

Never touched, never craved

Because you've still got me

Feeling nauseas 

Feeling sickened

Sick slimy grime

You're pollution, you're cancer

You're cigarettes to my lungs 

 

In the moment I didn't care much 

I thought I could brush it off

I didn't even like you much

Why is this feeling so fucking intoxicating

Save me from this 

This carcinogenic darkness

That you've inflicted upon me

How can you not be capable

Of thinking 

Deeply

Thinking of life with meaning

You are so shallow

So shallow

I'll never understand

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I made this right after the guy I was with cheated on me with 2 drunk hoes at a party and told them that I was totally okay with it (obviously not true)

In My Mouth

We should be more than this.
Every time I close my eyes we kiss.
Just want your snake bitten lip, in my mouth,
with my hands moving South.
It's about time we found an end,
to this game we call pretend.
We both know this is more,
and it's time we explore.
I won't runway if you give in,
it's about time to sin.
See I've been waiting for you,
I know you love how we do.
And I got all the time in the world for this....
just to feel your snake bitten lip,
in my mouth.....
-Jay Pierce
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written about one night 2 years ago that has never let me go! 

Of A Woman Named Rain

Eyes closed.

 

The distant sound of lazy, rolling waves caresses your ears. You're no stranger to patterns and repetition, but the predictable noise of the tide is somehow different, somehow comforting.

 

Inhaling deep breaths of salty air that carries the song of no responsibilities or cares, you revel deeply in the foreign sensation of utter tranquility. 

 

A bird calls from somewhere nearby and it shakes you only slightly from this dream like reverie.

 

A perfect escape.

 

You find yourself humming along to the tune of the breeze as it playfully ruffles your hair; the thought of sangria crosses your mind for a brief moment, but drinks are best for leaving the office behind.

 

And right now, you're in paradise,

no liquor required.

 

You stretch sore muscles, still stiff from sitting in that damned chair for what feels like days on end. The warm tropical air seems to breathe life back into a weary body.

 

Your shoulders momentarily shudder. The weight of your normal life unexpectedly seeps in like an unwanted visitor.

 

Guilt.

 

You fumble and struggle to push it out of your mind and refocus again on the warmth of the midday sun against your face.

 

Outside of this place, there's a storm. A relentless hurricane that batters against stability; torrential rains pound against buildings and flooded streets keep you trapped in that  office.

 

It's a dreary and abysmal existence.

 

If you think hard enough, you can recall a time when the sun would shine bright, and the sky was an endless sea of the richest blue.

When birds chirped melodies and the trees gladly borrowed  shade with leafy green palms.

 

Yet what once was life in technicolor gave way to dismal greyscale, and soon the rains came. What was supposed to be a season stretched on for uncomfortable lengths, and one day  you realized the storm was here to stay.

 

The relentless showering of water upon rooftops, and the continual howling of angry wind was enough to drive a man mad.

 

Yet you'd caught glimpses of the sun a few times- the briefest moment when the blanket of sullen grey cracked, and for those few seconds, hope was renewed.

 

Hope that the sun may yet shine again, that the birds may return; the only memories of the storm now collecting in raindrops rolling off their feathers.

 

It wasn't much, but it kept you holding on, and that's when you stumbled upon the secret place. A hidden corner of the world, somehow untouched by the storm outside.

 

It was the best and worst thing you could have discovered.

 

Each visit was a small slice of paradise, a break from watery misery, but your footprints tracked muddy reminders of bleak reality every time you entered. You feined ignorance but couldn't turn a blind eye to what was happening.

 

White sands, gradually staining with the murky darkness of the storm.

 

So often you mused to yourself if this place was your savior, or ultimate damnation.

For as pleasant and relaxing as it was, the nagging guilt of leaving others outside  as you indulged in relief left you walking back into the downpour with your head down,  and heart heavy.

 

It was impossible to tell if this tropical escape was necessary for staying your sanity, or if it was only a matter of time before it too fell prey to the swallowing blackness looming on the doorstep.

 

Only the roaming hands on the clock face of life could know the answer you searched for. And if you were honest with yourself, nothing else could quite compare to the way this beachy escape could make you feel. It stirred a long dormant part of you awake, and to lose this secret cove could feel like severing a lifeline.

 

You needed this.

 

For a man can only take so much mud and water squelching in his shoes before he slips under the same floods that have claimed so many before him.

 

"Perhaps, just perhaps, ignorance truly is bliss"

 

With renewed clarity, you dig your toes beneath warm sands  while the seagulls call, and a smile of contentment settles on your face.

 

When the breeze blows just right,

 

and the waves crash in tune,

 

you can nearly drown out the sound of the wailing winds behind you.

 

 

hey...

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naughty ramblings

I'm really not the type to snitch
but yo man asked me to be his bitch
the one who wears matching panties
the one who ups all the anties
goes low and takes all the mess
The one he secretly calls the best

yo man asked me to be his bitch
A third wheel rolling beside you which
Knows his deepest desires better than you
His aches and pains that keep you on the pedestal
Checked all my details but this one he missed
Mary Jane is the only girl whose lips I'll kiss

Girl run flip the switch
He won't find a new bitch
Recycling old chicks 
who used to let him hit
your man asked me to be his bitch
quit playing bitch and go scratch his itch

Author's Notes/Comments: 

lol

Uncommited

Hushed lips with an icy touch,
Flakes falling between the two.

 

With words left unsaid
And faces taking an ashen hue,
Words seem incoherent.

 

In absence of one another,
The mood plummets to a dark hue,
With Ebony comparable.

 

When hope settles in,
Exasperation creep toward them.
An anxiety left as an untouched subject,
Threads of doubt works its way in.

 

Cold as it is,
A fire couldn't dare to warm.

 

They live through their lies,
Whilst every night spent,
It left a sensation,
The unnerving reminder of an empty bed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't even know, to be honest.

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