I never wanted the stares. People looking to see whether or not I'm up to no good. Watching the streets I walk along, peeking into my pockets. Just because I look like I do does not mean I'm a vagrant. I simply want to be and look the way I want to, no matter how many tattoos or piercings I get I will not be a different person. Every tattoo means something, every piece of art has a story behind it and I'm sure if you stopped and asked me about it, you would find that I am not at all who you thought. I will never understand the worlds need to hide away everything that doesn't fit into its clean cut view. Why can't we appreciate a little anarchy? I'd rather be a rebel than a sheep anyday. Always.
I want to hear you scream my name. Though I haven't decided whether in pleasure or pain, I want to see it roll off your tongue. I want to see your lungs clench, breathing the air that hangs cold. I don't want some clean cut Tom, I want you in all of your broken, beautiful glory. Every scar and every mistake, the regrets and the murmurs, I want them all. I want every tear you've cried, every moment you've told a lie, every dreams that's been lost. Everything. I want it all.
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