AwayYou used to be afraid to lose me,so why am I the one that is in pain from your absence?You used to look at me like I was the only girl you saw,now I'm just another lost in the crowd.You used to embrace me like you never wanted to let go,now you don't come near enough to touch me.You used to say you loved me,but I guess that went away.
Too Far GoneYour memory smothers meLike a blanket over a fireYou can't save me nowAs I drown in this reverieCan nobody hear me?Or am I silently beggingFor someone to noticeThat I am no longer strong?I want so badly to feel your arms around meTo open my eyes and see yours staring backFeel the comfort of your body against mineYou gently kissing my forehead...But I'm too far gone I would be lying if I said I didn't miss youBut I know we're not good for each otherI know going back to youWould be setting myself up for painYou should know that this was a very difficult decision to makeChoosing to finally let you goTo be on my ownBe free
ShardsThe dream shatters around me like a broken mirror.Pieces of you surround me, but nothing seems to be clear.I'm still cleaning up the mess you made.You should have put down your fear,You could have stayed.I'm done chasing.I've stopped running.Have you even noticed that I'm walking the other way?I'm cut by the shards of what's left of who you were.Red tears stain the surface while the world is in a blur.
Gradually FallingMaybe it was when you noticedhow well your hand fit in his.Or how his eyes light uplike the starswhen he smiles.It could have been whenyou realized that his happinessmakes you equally as happy.It's possible that it happenedwhen you started feeling athome in his arms.Or when a twin sized bedfelt huge in his absence.Maybe there wasn't a specificinstance when it happened. Maybe it was a bit moregradual than falling.Like waiting for a phototo finish developingrather than using a smart phoneto capture the moment.Regardless of when or how,it still happened.You fell.
I Can TryI can listen to everything you have to sayAnd try my best to make you feel betterMake the difficult times easier for youI can hold you close and make everything else disappearLet you take out your anger and frustrationPromise not to go anywhereI can tell you I won't leave you when things start to fall apartBut that doesn't mean you would do the sameWhen things start to get hardI can love you with all of my heartMiss you so much it hurts to breatheBut that won't make you come backMake you want to be with meI can try to convince myself that there's someone else out there for meThat you don't still own my heartI don't know if I'll ever truly be over youBut I can try to be
The Little ThingsThe way he would cup my face in his hands when he pulled me in for a kiss.How well we slept when we were next to each other.The way he would rub his thumb across my hand when he was holding it."The little things," in reality, are not little.They're what make you fall in love in the first place.What you hold on to when it's gone.These moments, these memories are what flood your brain at 2 am.You try to silence your thoughts and get some sleep, but you can't.Because the people who hurt us the most are the ones we tend to cling to.
GhostThe dream shatters around meLike a broken mirror.Looking at the wreckage,My reflection unrecognizable.A broken image.A broken heart.I'm cut by the shardsAs I try to piece it back together.My blood sprinkles the surfaceLike a red rain.The mirror is whole again.What's left of the dream.I look at my reflection,And tears finally begin to fall.
You Changed EverythingWaking up to see your faceIs my favorite way to start the day.Knowing my reality is as good as a dreamMakes me grateful for how we got this way.I was scared,But I don't think you could tell.I decided to take the plungeAnd immediately, I fell.Your arms feel like home.Welcoming my body into a comforting embrace.You've left an impression on my heart,A permanent mark I can't erase.We share each other's happinessAs well as the pain.But we both remember what's important,Like when we're kissing in the rain.I was drowning,And you brought me to safety.I wasn't sure I was ready,Then you changed everything.
Let Me KnowIf you love me, let me knowI don't mean to begBut please don't let me goIf you don't want me, tell me nowI'll be able to handle itEven if I don't know howIf you don't want to see me, give it to me straightI'll walk out of your lifeBut I'll never forget your faceIf you want my friendship, don't be afraid to askI'm willing to move forwardThe rest is in the pastJust let me know what it is you wantAnd I'll be happy to do soTo me your happiness means so muchI'm willing to let you go
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one. When she cries herself to sleep six out of seven nights a week you must say nothing. You must simply take her in your arms and kiss her gaunt, pale cheeks and wait for her to slumber at the sound of your heart.two. On the days where she wishes she were part of the stars, tell her no. Tell her that there are too many lights in the sky and that just one would be forgotten the moment you looked away from it. Tell her that she is perfect the way she is: completely human.three. Don't let her think about the scars that no one but her can see. If she says "I think I'm broken" smile like you know a secret and say, "No, you're mending." But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
.your heartalone shouldremind younot to beatyourself upyour pulseshould remindyoukeep steady
Don't pity meDon't pity me Don’t pity me.When you see that I am blind.But pity those who can see with their eyes,Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,Their future, their present, their past, They are blinded by lies.Pity them. Don’t pity me.When you hear that I am deaf.But pity those who can hear with their ears,Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,Their words, their story, their poem.They are deafened by their fears.Pity them. Don’t pity me.When you walk to my wheelchair,But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.Pity them. Don’t pity me.When you speak to me.But pity those who can speak but have no voice,Pity those who have no say, n
While It BurnsWhy does a moth flyDirectly into the flame?Perhaps its captivatedBy the beauty to be foundIn such pure recreationOr perhapsIt flies so surelyInto its own deathBecause it believesThe flames of rebirthWill allow it a second chanceAt metamorphosis,And perhaps that this time...It will appear a butterfly.Perhaps this is the only thingIt can force itself to believeWhile it burns.
For Every GirlFor every girl who was a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she said no to a boyFor every girl who was a ‘slut’ ‘cause she said yesFor every girl who was an object ‘cause she had titsFor every girl who couldn’t wear that ‘cause boys can’t control themselvesFor every girl who was ‘asking for it’ ‘cause she wore a short skirtFor every girl who was a ‘prude’ ‘cause she wore a long oneFor every girl who was a ‘challenge’ ‘cause she liked other girlsFor every girl who was ‘easy’ ‘cause she liked bothFor every girl who nobody heard ‘cause she didn’t have a dick (or maybe because she did)For every girl who everyone ignored ‘cause she was ‘on her period’For every girl who was ‘fat’ ‘cause she had dessertFor every girl who was ‘anorexic’ ‘cause she didn’tFor every girl who was ‘insecure’
.he stood on the shore,and told the sea he loved her;the jealous wind tore hisvoice in two
.you forget thatroses have thorns;a prick of theskin will tell youthat you're holdingher too tight
letters from the seai.sometimes when i wake upbefore the sun rises, when i’m all aloneand it feels like i might be the only person in the worldi notice that my face is wetand i wonder if it’s becausei’ve been swimming with you in my dreamsii.i remember youin the summer nights under the corsican starsand the warmth of your skin in the cold seawateri rememberhow the phosphorescence coated our bodiesas we swam together, the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spineand us glowing like soft stars in the nighti remember how i wished it could last foreveriii.now i wonder if the tides and my tearswere so different after all
MalnoirMalnoirIt is very possible, as humans, to lose ourselves in a good book. It happens randomly, and can occur on the first page or the last, and often times breaking out of the hypnotic trance is near impossible. It’s an addiction of sorts, reading, and it’s also the greatest talent than mankind has every developed. But nowadays, as my body begins to give out from age and I find myself cooped in my apartment, reading to pass the time, I often wonder if the books can lose themselves in us. As we read them they stare back at us and watch and think and ponder and admire the human form. But we often find ourselves too enthralled to notice the words that seem to be talking to us, the sentences so bizarre that they couldn’t possibly be directed at a character in the book, but must instead be directed at an individual reader. I often wonder this as my body begins to fail me, as life begins to abandon my soul, leaving it for atrophy, and I can’t help but think of my olde
The Girl He LovesThe girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.The girl he loves I can never beBecause he's allergic to violets,And violets are too much like me.
or maybe it actually is.thisis nota love poem:this is not aboutme and how i hatethe way realism tastes.this is about you.this is about how youare one too many shades arrogant,how nearly every night youtry to forget that time hasleft you behind. this isabout your laugh and the way itwhispers "i can't rememberwhat i was like before ibecame this." and,if i'm being honest, this is abouthow i will never see your toococky for your own damn good grin thatmakes me go weak in the knees.this is about youand how you're not real and how i wishto god that i wasn't either.
In My DreamsI met her in my dreams.She tells me she’s lonely, I told her I’m similar.I tell her everything; she whispers back“It’s okay. I’m here, you’re alive. You’re breathing.”She’s the reason I picked up all the pens I did.The reason I don’t want to sleep most days anymore.My tears fall every time someone sells her out.I hate that people use her for the fame & the wealth.And act like she would give herself up for free.And act like she would give herself up for free.My text says “I need you more than ever.”But wait a minute.What am I thinking?Why did I send that?I’m not ready for that.Not ready to commit.‘Cause I’d be really bad at it.‘Cause I’m only thinking about me.I’m only thinking about me.The more honest I get, the weirder you get.And I’m fine with that.The more honest I get, the more they hate you.Are you fine with that?Friends ask all the time,If you&
I Didn't Mean, I Didn't MeanI didn't mean to make you cringewhen I mentioned the strength of your shoulders- didn't want to see them fold in to protect vulnerable organs from words protruding rudely out of disguised compliments. I didn't mean, I didn't mean -I didn't mean for you to shut your eyeswhen I admired the specific shade of chamoisee- didn't want to see you wince as you prepared for an unfelt slap and the long-lasting sting of a bare, misshapen insult. I didn't mean, I didn't mean -I didn't mean for you to laughwhen I said that I find you beautiful- didn't want to see you shake and hear your voice choke on the ridiculousness of a misspent commendation. I didn't mean, I didn't mean -I didn't mean for you to hiss a sharp inhalewhen I smiled at the sound of your voice I didn't mean, I didn't mean -I didn't mean for you to frownwhen I stared at you too long I didn't mean, I didn'
Silly GirlSilly girl,Whose eyes rain crystals,Why do you wish to heal?Do you not understand the beautyOf your ability to feel?Silly girl,Whose grin’s so bright,Why do you wish to change?A soul with no emotionWould appear to be quite strange.Silly girl,Whose face is dull,Why do you live this myth?You choose to be a shadow,Smashing daisies with your fist.Silly girl,With wounds and scars,Why have you chosen this death?No, sinking into your own graveWould be better than such regret.Silly girl,You’ve started to feel,Just recently you’ve started to cry.You’ve been down this path again and again,With a pain you’re designed to deny.Silly girl,Whose eyes rain crystals,Why do you wish to heal?Do you not remember the tortureOf being unable to feel?
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.” I gulp, taste of acid.
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskHer headphones in,The world shut out.She bleeds for othersAs words fly from Her mind to her fingertips.She stares at the screen,At every little comment,The good and the painful.She forms her emotionsInto books and poemsTo throw away the hurt.She's a writer,And her best weaponsAre her mind and her pen.
Secrets...Secrets are things that people won't tell,Despite the greatest truthsHidden within them.Secrets are things that people lie toCover up,In fear of you finding out what'sReal.Sweetie, here are a few secretsThat I feel must be shared,Because they've been kept forFarTooLong.You are beautiful. You are stronger than your weaknesses.You are unique. You are different. You are perfect.You are not defined by your sadness, nor are you defined by the stereotypes.You are not broken, despite the the scars and missing pieces.You are powerful.Wonderful.Marvelous.You are a fighter.And, darling,I know no one has whisperedThese things to you.But remember,The only things that people won't tell,Are the secrets.And that's because the secrets are true.
I AmI am single,but I am loved.I am not a genius,but I am intelligent.I am not breathtaking,but I have beauty.I am not a saint,but I am kind.To the world,I am not perfect.But for someone,I am.