To think i actually cared at one point.
It's pathetic, you've always been that.
Like a child scraping their knee, talking about booboos for days.
To say i loved you at one point.
It's pathetic.
The word i love most because it describes anything we had once.
The word, who's face so stunningly glorious.
You laugh and smile in my presence.
At the thought of me?
At the thought of someone who actually cared for you?
Is pathetic.
I despise your prensence.
Sickness
The Plague you spread.
Death
The love i had
Caring
The things unsaid
Loving
Never to be done again
You
A Thing i experienced.
You're lost love.
I'm sorry that things went to hell.
Because this Thing that i feel isn't burning desire anymore.
Nor is it hatred.
It's nothing, an empty pit of darkness with one ray of glancing light.
I asked someone how you're doing today.
I looked for you today to give you the mix i held onto.
So **** me?
Maybe you should think about the way you go through people.
The way you go through life
So unsatisfied.
I'm not going to have anymore idiotic "Poem Wars"
I have eyes to see.
You needed
You need
more
love
care
pain
and everything i couldn't stand to give.
My sanity is back.
I realize, i didn't Love you.
Honestly,
I just think.
Honestly,
I just liked your music and your thighs.

All hail the heartbreaker,

Silent, he’s the king

Of all things that come naturally

When breaking hearts of teens.



All hail the heartbreaker

Bow before it’s late.

For he shall find another

When you were his first date.



All must hail the heartbreaker.

He’s the master of this game.

He got you hook, line, and sinker,

Then left your heart with shame.



So all hail the heartbreaker.

For when he finds his queen,

She’ll break the heart of the one

Who broke the hearts of teens.

If I even began to try and tell you how much I love you, this wouldn't ever end.
I love you more now than when I was your best friend.

Despite what people may think about the love that we both share,
Its something that I'm proud of  and unafraid to declare.

Right now, its 3:40 and I'm unable to go back to sleep,
I'm thinking about you and the promise I just can't keep.

I'm sorry I can't seem to stay up to read to you as I said,
I'm sorry that you have to face these thoughts within my head.

But baby, if there's anything I know for sure is true,
Its that despite my actions, I'm hopelessly in love with you.

You've been here for me since day one and you've never let me down,
You talk and make me smile when all I know is how to frown.

And if you couldn't see it, or if you doubt its truth,
If, like other people, you start to doubt such love for youths,

I really just need to tell you, as I lay awake in bed,
All the time, its mostly you that resides within my head.

I know that this is cheesy, writing a silly little jig,
Its as though we're both little, passing notes just like we're kids.

But it seems that, for some reason, the words, they flow tonight.
Its the first time in a long time I've been able to just write.

I feel that now is perfect, to explain to you these things,
That make me feel worse than the worst of all my dreams.

You see, if there's anything I'm good at, its writing things like this,
The words, they flow much easier. It kind of brings me bliss.

Baby, let me tell you of the things that make me cry,
Like when I get alone, sometimes I wish that id just die.

Or sometimes, out of nowhere, I just stare and fight back tears,
Because I think of silly things that happened through the years.

Sometimes, on occasion, I even think of you,
I know that its upsetting that sometimes I doubt what's true.

And even still, there's more to tell.
Some things that make me yell.

Like people like my mom and dad,
Who make just living hell.

But baby, if there's anything I've learned now not to doubt,
Its that this love is genuine; you, I can't live without.

And baby, if that's not genuine or if you still can't see,
Think of how you see me, and multiply by three.

That's how I feel about you, although its much much more.
For you, Id be your everything. Id be who you adore.

What makes this thing that we've both special and unique,
Is that we can love each other without kisses on the cheek.

At our age, it seems silly, stupid or naive,
That's what people tell me when I say when I will leave.

But they can't seem to see you in the way that I just do,
They can't seem to tell that I'm desperate to be with you.

Baby, I love you, of this I'm extremely sure.
Baby, you're my everything and still you so much more.

So now I've told you everything, of why my mood just drops,
I've told you of what I think of when I'm crushed by rocks.

I've tried to tell you how I feel, the words aren't flowing freely,
It seems that for now its time for my talent to start to leave me.

So baby, keep your head up now and smile all today,
Don't forget about the words that I always can say.

Baby, I love you, don't forget, now, I'm heading back to sleep.
Thanks for being the only one who doesn't scream "black sheep."

The best thing about having dark skin is that the scars camouflage themselves,
That you don't fit into the pale-skin-dark-clothes-slit-wrists stereotype
That you're more likely to be profiled as a criminal than "emo,"
so no one ever bothers to check anyways.
The best thing about having dark skin is that my burns heal,
they leave barely noticeable discolorations in my dark skin.
That only I can make out the slight change in shade from brown to browner.
And maybe you could too, if you squint a little.
Maybe, just maybe you'd see the dark brown stripes
painted permanently against my even browner wrists.
The best part about having dark skin
Is that no one checks your wrists,
because everyone is too busy looking at your curly hair,
your big nose,
your big lips.
"are you on welfare?"
"do you use food stamps?"
"do you eat watermelon and kool-aid
with a side of fried chicken?"
Because no one ever stops to think
that black girls
would ever think about hurting themselves, too.