Break Out Creative Writing

To a kiss just like a whisper And it takes to kiss When I knew that you were gone And you left the motel When you're headin' off on nowhere But the lady on the door said You haven't left that long, long, no

You're toxic I'm slipping under With a taste of a poison paradise I’m addicted to you Don’t you know that you’re toxic And I love what you do Don’t you know that you’re toxic It’s getting late To give you up

Connor's face comes to mind, wind ruffling his hair, a smile on his face. My heart twists in the way only love can do, full of warmth and light and yet with the sharp stab of missing him here and I continue to sing.

I want to spend m forever and my always with you I know I jump to guy to guy because I leave when I get hurt but you don't have a reason to hurt me you have to be the best thing that ever happened to me when I see you my heart speeds up my thoughts get lost with your name...

The music was blaring from my earbuds, and the lyrics are exactly what I’m feeling..

“Fine.” I sighed, giving the horses one last pat. I went back and grabbed my luggage handle again. Prefect was already inside. I hefted my stuff into the carriage and climbed in. I shut the door and bounced slightly on the edge of my seat as we began moving. He glared at me and I meekly slid back and sat still. For about ten seconds. Then I got bored and pulled my earbuds out of my bag along with my phone. I plugged in (which means I plugged the buds in my ears and the cord into my phone) and went to my large music library, selecting a favorite album of mine--Bea Miller’s Not An Apology. She was a fairly new singer to the scene, this being her first album. But I loved her songs, they were so empowering and many of them made me want to dance

y Boyfriend’s Slap I taste stale coins and wet words; my lip cracks like blistering sidewalks midsummer. There’s a country song buzzing worlds away, low static radio bleeding love songs while my love song grips my hair by the roots, keeps me spitting static pink blood into an industrial sink, sings Baby, won’t you be my summer night? the slick slide of his tongue hot in my ear, strong fingers dug in tight like five hungry hyenas. His hand trails down and down the knobs of my spine, buried under bruising flesh; with the stars above us he croons, yellow light above the stove flickering erratically, mosquitoes panicking as the glow grows warmer, the lightbulb straining like my wick is shrinking; inevitability is a quiet thief.

mess I can be when there’s no one there to see” and “could you look the other way cause you love me

I knew the moment I walked in and saw him standing there that we were going to make love- fierce angry love… the knowledge caused me to moisten

I wake up gasping for air. I just had a dream but I can’t remember what it was. I shake off the disturbed feeling I had and I squint my eyes to make out

Falls into my aching hands, cures me of my shaking debts. Emptied out to numb the pain, completely numb to everything. I’ll find a way to stay awake Divide it up I’m OK. How much more can I take? In some party down by the beach the DJ turns out the beats, goes CRAZY!

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

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Think back: to your first school disco, to the first time a parent spoke to you like a grownup, to the summer it looked like your relationships would last forever, to getting in the car to drive away after your heart had just been wrecked. What song was playing?

I’m back at home in my shower, I’ve always rather enjoyed showers. I’ve never liked the rain or water or snow. But something about feeling water cascade down your body, warming you up as it goes really gets me. I listen as the song “Last Night” by G-Eazy ft. Kyle starts its slow build up. I’ve always liked to listen to music, whether it be the beat and instrumentals of a song, or the meaning of the lyrics, I’ve always had an appreciation for music. There’s something about this