Vanity
Vanity is the shadow,
Shoving me out of her spotlight.
Vanity is my nemesis
And my adoration
at the same time.
Vanity is my only
certain truth, and
Vanity is
Vanity is Vanity is
Vanity is my constant denier, t denier,
Compulsive liar.
Vanity
Takes my insides
And sets them afire.
Vanity is never eligible
as my competitor,
She sits smugly
On my furious breath,
As I burn with desire
That will never
Entice her.
Vanity is
Stunning,
Breathtaking,
Heartbreaking.
Vanity
Is my gut,
Slowly twisting.
Vanity is
My darkest
Nightmare.
Vanity holds the whip,
and the human souls
become frantic
for the grace
of her luscious smirk.
Vanity is all those things
I could never be.
Vanity is self possession
hard and sexy
graceful with wicked delight.
Vanity
is always on time.
Vanity has everything.
You'd think it would
fill her up inside.
Vanity loves money,
Rents her soul out
by the dime.
She's witty and clever,
wickedly sensual,
holds grudges forever.
Takes bribes from the Devil,
doesn't hold her breath
or think twice about being a rebel.
She always hot
always ready.
Never unsure or giddy.
She knows what she wants
And how to get it.
She will never regret it.
She shoves me down
with her lust
and perfect nails
unapologetic and aesthetic.
Vanity is hollow.
Never full of sorrow.
Despises children,
Kicks cats
Hates happy thoughts,
Hopes for nothing
Plans for tomorrow.
Vanity will cook my heart up,
Eat it for breakfast
Chews
doesn't swallow.
She Is
she approaches people at parties
opens her bills immediately
drinks fifty ounces of water a day
not drowning
in her own insufficiencies
she talks a lot about things
that have relevance
to society
politics and philosophy
she knows it all
studies it diligently
she is smarter than average
drinks minimally
not too ambitious
but enough so that her check book
is balanced consistently
she thrives in chaos
her favorite pastime
is not stalking people from college
on the internet
she loves traveling
goes a million different places
internationally
she is kinder
than most people
but most of all
a fantastic writer
My Life
I laugh in the face of danger. Who knows if I'll have a tomorrow, so what's the point of worrying about it. Nothing scares me, I live for the thrill of the night. I've done a lot of stupid stuff in my twenty two years. I thought about my vacation in Elba, where I first met Zion. We smoked weed until three in the morning, then went for a long drive discussing life. I had done so much. I can gladly say that I have never been bored in my life. I once went skydiving with my ex-mother-in-law. I almost killed my old neighbor. I had moved around so much, never holding down a job, or man. My life has been very unconventional. But I don't mind. I enjoy it. I don't care about anything anymore except having a good time. I'm happy, and isn't that what it's all about?
Im not
He is confident and walks with authority in all situations just because of his understanding of how others view him.
He is mean to his dog if he is in a bad mood, even though he loves him.
He spends money without care and worries only about himself.
He has many talents, all which are coveted by others.
He cares that his things are new, well branded, and modern.
When he speaks, he knows what he wants to say, and does. Even those who may not agree nod and consider his words, because they want the secret to what makes him who he is.
He spits. He spits and not one blinks an eye.
He did not see the man in the market who seemed to be wearing all that he owned, who could not look up to even want to see who would be bothered by him. He eats what he wants and drinks as he pleases- when he wants and despite plans or others.
but
He cries rightly
He admits his flaws, even if to himself so openly he is disgusted as he does
He works on himself regularly
He wants more
He pours himself into his passions
He has no reason to lie
He loves his family
His family loves him
He actually IS more
He is authentic because he can be
He is strong
He is reserved
and also
unlike me... i love him