#veritybutcher

Me and my friend aren't religious what so ever but we were having a stereotypical girly rant, talking about boys and boobs (as you do) a few weeks ago and we were so tired we started praying to the 'Boob gods'...

I know this sounds so strange, but fuck it we are strange. The weirdest thing has happened though. My boobs have grown hahahahahah i know this sounds so odd on tumblr but for a completely non religious person i am 98% sure the 'Boob gods' are real.

That was it, the end... Tune in next week to hear more about the crazy depressing life of Verity.

I get jealous,

I get scared,

I regret everything i wear.

Everything I say and do,

When I don't go to the loo...

But most of all I seem to regret,

Things I say,

How much I sweat,

At times like this i feel inferior,

Like you're my superior,

Threatened not in words but sight alone,

One look and you could take my thrown.

All in all you are a puzzle,

A scary one at that.

But I can't wait to piece you together;

One that is not yours,

But hope to be,

Imagined in one of the many 'days of dream',

Must be forgotten or my heart will bore,

Out all the emotions I seem to store.

Stuck in a loop i seem to be,

Wishing to find my own he,

Rather than the stares and giggles a like,

I fantasize him on a bike.

One of many he has been,

If only he was as keen,

I adore him for the moment,

But he can not be my fullfilment.

Look to the right he must,

I can see his lust,

In their eyes they meet,

Causing me to weap.

Jealously is a fickle thing,

Why does my heart have to ring?

You're so funny and your music taste,

Could teach me something that should be graced;

Still I think about you and her,

Seeing you together makes me feel 'Bluh'.

Your dimples cause a jaw drop in that window,

Yet today I look away as you became my foe.

Who'd of thought that a simple movement of exchanging wrist wear, could be so thought prevoking?

The fact it was not mine,

Misleads my design;

Creates the display,

Of the visual heart break on this day.

It can happen anywhere, anytime;

that's why i'm scared of life,

of happiness,

of you and him

.

I can glady admit to someone i like like them,

I'm used to things like that slipping out...

But the L word.

Never again!

Not after last time.

In a transe of your ora,

looking back it's just embarrasing -_-

A really childish blip to happen.

If anything it made me more confident...

after months of heartahe,

and pain

for more than one reason.

It was never just about you...

When i needed you the most;

you weren't there,

when you said you would be!

And that hurt more than you could ever know.

My either or pain situation can be avoided for a while,

but i'll never stop being in pain.

For more than one reason.

No matter how happy I am with this someone knew.

I will always be in pain,

and I will never let him see that,