Him.
Him.
Him.
My new begining.
There it started.
It was that sudden urge.
Not some crush,
the kinds I used to have.
But now I was this whole, new person.
I put a new face on.
That face you only get when you want something.
Oh, and I wanted this.
His scruffiness made me smirk,
with his black hair in a mess,
the cigarette hanging out of the side of this mouth,
his own smirk on his face,
the tattoos covered his arms and neck
everything just screaming absolute babe.
Look me up and down,
is what he did-
Lingering in certain places.
Me not saying anything for him to stop,
I almost wanted to let his eyes keep exploring.
Handing me a drink.
Drink.
Drink.
Drink.
Feel the buzz.
Feel it come on.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
