Coco J. Ginger

He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.

He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.

He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me.

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

He__ an indulgent sort of man_With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.

You__e a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

You don__ deserve my image in your head. You don__ deserve my memories in your chest.

Elegant writers depict intricacy with simplicity.

Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.

I near felt bad he choose to be so evil to me. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen... oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen.

_..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

You cannot mistake thisYou cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this loveIt is so much more

If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.

...I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately.

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.

Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.I__ the winner in this game,unable to stoop to your level of shame.Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.