PISS OFF WANKERS

PISS OFF WANKERS

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Thursday, December 29, 2016

December lust-list (2016)

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

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closed doors and over-worn nightwear
watching cream make galaxies in my coffee;
i always preferred hot chocolate
he made me latte
even took me to church
you told him that she is never leaving you
dare do i say
you were only comforting yourself
people speak from the heart more often than you think
another cigarette 
in an empty coffee-shop
fingers tangled, you spoke the words i needed to hear 
maybe i expected too much
maybe i brought the disappointments upon myself
neither of us are wrong,
neither of us were right either.
i'm grateful we once crossed paths
does love even factor to this anymore?
remember me breakable,
fragile;
begged you not to go.
remember me heartless,
careless;
walking away as if it didn't break my heart a little more with every step i took.
people will do anything to distract their heart 
i hope you'll love another
the way i loved you
and all the ways i tried to get your attention
only because i need lots of it
don't bother trying to force your way
to know me
my veins flows metaphor you'll have to crack your head 
to figure out
i care way more than i'll let you know
i'll let you in
when the time is right

© Venus Alon Niamvivatana. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

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what did we argue about again?
was it my perfume scent; i'll wash it off
could it be my outfit 
i can wear yours
you prefer your designers better anyway
don't you start screaming at me
about the make up i wear so much
too much
i'm breaking free from these memories
from you
lipsticks kiss me finer
bronzers defines my face clearer
mascaras don't give me teary eyes
you're not one who appreciates art; making love without making love
this one isn't about you
all about you
so forgive me when i cringe
when you touch me
it takes me back to where we started
it's so typical of me to talk about you
i'm sorry
she didn't care about what people said behind her back;
they never had the guts to say it in her face anyway.
it didn't matter what people thought about her
she fancy mysteries 
she finds joy in getting lost in her own head
and the minds of others
her thoughts never mattered to you
she always try but she's never enough; not for you
since every escape artist stay defined by his past
i'll remember you, remember me.
not surprising that we'd meet again
you think you know her
so what made her cry?
a writer is a world trapped in person
she was the girl trapped in the thought that you love her more
she is a puzzle meant not to be pieced
some mysterious want to be left unsolved
she'll kiss you where it hurts
and until it hurts
she'll leave as if it doesn't hurt
you think you have forever
you don't

© Venus Alon Niamvivatana. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Sunday, December 13, 2015

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i need someone who won't give up when loving me gets hard
tired of people romanticizing
because i fell in love 
and you did not.
then it finally hits me
could you have broke my heart,
for you love me more?
you wish the best for the ones you once love
you were a privilege;
before you turned to pain.
but this too shall pass
some thing don't change, my love
like the ex you always bring up
i walked away only for you to tell me to stay
then again,
what do i know about love
but the hurt that follows?
i lost my first love
you lost the girl who would have done anything for you
i'd run away and hide with you
maybe you will search for me in another
but you will never
find someone who will love you like i do
did
desperate and needy
contradictions and expectations
it wasn't love at first sight
or happily ever after
it was vulnerability and confusion
i found my way around
break up; break down
break even
it could mean anything
like they have left you to finish off the sentence
ain't it a pity
are you even gonna try to reach me?
two individuals who claimed to love so dearly
completing the other
ego and pride
then came the decision it's only for the better

© Venus Alon Niamvivatana. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED