Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #emotional-manipulation Clear filter
Truth Hurts Part Three I wake, to find myself lying on a couch. I lay there for a second, but immediately tried to get up. That wasn't about to happen. "Don't try to move." Came my mom's voice.
Hey Ms high and mighty. Would you kiss me back if I asked politely. You call me monthly, but I need you nightly. I've done just about everything to make you like me.
Can't focus. Can't concentrate. Everything I think about forms into your face; Burning my ambitions to pitiful ashes.
I thought about her for the rest of the day. I wondered why someone would lock her in a room for so long. It was almost like even though she knew nothing she knew everything.
Down once more, my love Down to our sanctuary Away from the cruel world And into the night We travel alone, my love We are alone now, my love No one can harm us That man who tricked you Will not...
Mary please, don't put us down. We can see your lies through your blood-shot eyes, So wrong to say yes, But so right to so no. So take a blunt and enjoy the road.
Lying, I still can't find the truth. So I spin another line on you You can't blame a fella for trying I'm hoping, you eat my every word Doesn't it taste so good. But deep inside I'm dying Oh.
Hey little lady don't you cry, Hey little lady can't you lie, Hey little lady won't you smile, A while, tonight.
It takes two to Tango and you lead the dance, I simply followed your lead, at first it was willingly, rightfully, happily, trustfully, lovingly, blindly...
Your skin must stroke along the grain, your eyes must always agree. Your curves must be straightened, your voice must warm the frozen. Your legs must keep a secret, your fingers must remember.
I woke up, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened. I turned my head as flashbacks pierced my memories and I saw the broad back of my 'boyfriend' as he slept.
People tell you: be always there for your friends. Sometimes, you have to not be there. Since you are always there, they dont appreciate your presence.