The Young Always Inherit The Revolution

Speaking My Mind

This is a little something dedicated to the people who have been dicks to me.

You- Fuck you for calling me a whore when your husband can’t keep his hands to himself and I did NOTHING!

You- How dare you try to take advantage of me and make me feel bad about it!

You- You’ve apparently slept with more people than me and I’m a whore? Fuck you!

You- Why do you always have to put me down because you’re so insecure?

You- I love you dearly but that one night has left me extremely insecure.

You- Why do you always have to let me down?

You- Come near my boyfriend again and I’ll snap you in half you fat chipmunk faced whore!

Love Nicole Erin.

Smells of Cigarettes and Freedom

He smells of cigarettes and freedom

He gives you the idea that you can be wild and free

He’s the kind of guy you want to run away with

Fall in love and never look back

I don’t need to look back now

I look beside me and I see him sleeping next to me

I sing along to songs in the car and he looks at me like I’m crazy

I’m myself

I’m fearless with him

I can do anything with him

He looks at me like he doesn’t know what he did to get me to hang around

Everytime I mess up and feel like the world is caving in, he’s there

He holds up the world for me until I’m ready to come out again

What started out as nothing but fun for the both of us has turned into everything

He’s kind of everything.

By Nicole Erin

The Book of Us

If I could write the book of us, it wouldn’t be all that long

But the stretch of time is no measure to how much you put in

I put in everything I had but it wasn’t enough

I thought you gave it all and I gave nothing

But what seemed like nothing was actually something

I may have nothing but it was all I had

But my nothing meant everything to me and I handed it to you

You, who meant everything

And while I thought you gave me everything, you really handed me your nothing

I gave what I could and tried to take what you should

You just took and took

You showered me with presents but held it against me in the end

But if you take away the presents, what did you actually give me?

A disease of the heart and a disease of the mind

You took my heart for yourself and let it rot away

You had no use for it after all

My mind was no use to you, that was just for fun

Since why take one when you can take all?

Now that my mind has cleared enough to see

I can see nothing

You tried to take everything from me but I found it again

And since you left nothing with me, I had nothing to throw away

In the end, you’re nothing

Some memories made me happy while most made me sad

But at the end of the day, now you’re just a memory

Now that we know we were full of nothing

There is nothing left to say

So if I could write the book of us

I wouldn’t.

By Nicole Erin