My eyes,
they cry,
My hands,
they shake,
My throat,
it stings with bile,
When I see or think of you,
And your deceitful smile.
I don’t think I hate you,
But I do hate what you've changed,
You have censored me,
Taken my voice,
My friends are now estranged.
When you cross my mind,
Which is almost every day,
I wonder if you think,
What you’ve done,
Is okay?
It isn’t.
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
Smooth like
Sugar and
Spice
And
Fire.
Sweet like
Hornets and
Coffee
And
Liars.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
I’ve got that feeling again,
A pit in my stomach and a rush of blood in my veins,
These feelings about you again,
That make me go insane.
Right now I’m thinking of you,
Do you cry at night in your bed,
Because you, too, can’t stop,
Thinking of me in your head?
It’s silly to even ponder,
Because I know the answer is no.
You never give me a second thought,
When I get up to go.
If I don’t try we’ll never speak ,
And that’s what shatters my heart,
Because I can’t imagine life without you,
You’re my muse, my work of art.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
I bought a brand new notebook.
With floral print and purple lines,
For the brand new school year,
To show them how I shine
But now it’s half way through the school year,
And my notebook has lost its glow,
It’s like as if my floral notebook,
Somehow really knows,
My mood and all my feelings,
And as I begin to age,
Like my floral notebook,
I seem tattered at every page.
When I reach the end of my notebook,
I fear what the story will hold,
Stripped of the words on the pages,
My heart soon growing cold.
I remember all the lessons,
And hope one day I understand,
That the stories in this notebook,
Are worth all the ink marks on my hand.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
Its a summer,
sitting in the house older than the dirt in the garden just outside.
In the summer heat,
where we wear our bathing suits all day long.
We stay out in the sun because,
Pop pop says its good for us
We eat and eat and eat,
And we play and play and play
"stay young," Pop Pop mumbles under his breath,
of course when I was younger I never truly understood the words spoken form his lips.
As a teen in my grandparent's backyard,
my ungraceful limbs and awkward body were welcomed.
Mom mom and Pop pop loved my brace face even when I didn't.
My stomach rolls didn't matter.
In fact, the only rolls that did matter were the ones we ate with our macaroni.
In my grandparents home, we spend busy mornings,
but lazy afternoons playing poker at the table.
In my grandparents house,
sadness rolls away like the waves at the local New England beach.
Of course, like any good family, things can get angry and heated,
But at my grandparent's house,
that's just how we know it is time for a swim.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
This one is for you,
Quiet girl,
Smart girl,
Shy girl,
You.
Not for the,
Funny girls,
Ignorant girls,
The girl that doesn’t acknowledge,
You.
Because you may be quiet,
But I never had a problem hearing your voice,
And you may be timid,
But when you speak I will always listen.
This one is for you,
For the day I saw you cry and thought that a
Quiet, smart, shy girl,
like you should never cry.
But does.
I know you cry when you are home,
And escape to your room where no one else sees.
You never answered my text,
And I am worried,
You tell me “I don’t have to”
But smart, shy, girl,
you never did realize,
That I always cared about you.
And I listened,
And I worried,
And I hugged,
This ones for you.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
My eye won’t stop twitching
And I’m not sure if that is from the strain on my eyes
Or on my mind
I convince myself they are one and the same,
Everything is connected,
Like my whole body can be effected,
By a simple thought in my brain.
I try to look away,
Spare myself the rejection,
Limit the affection,
And ignore my own reflection.
But now some time has passed by,
And my eye has ceased its beating,
Like it’s purpose has lost its meaning,
After the rhythm it’s been repeating.
An eye for an eye,
My eye like my heart,
Although I’m smart,
No one can stop me,
from tearing myself apart.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Is a thing they always say,
But every time I leave you,
My heart beats slower everyday,
The fondness hadn’t sprouted,
Like a lily pad in spring,
It was more like a melancholic mold,
With power to destroy everything.
I love you and You love me too,
And every day speak,
And when times are good they’re good,
But when times are bad they’re bleak.
The thing about our distance,
You say this is our “fate”,
But when something bad happens,
I’ll be there...
7 hours too late.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
I’m smiling wide,
But you don’t seem to know,
That I love you more and more,
Everyday my love grows.
The way you light up,
I can’t help but stare,
I close my eyes and hold you tight,
But it seems I’m hugging air
I’ve climbed out of my body,
To remember this beautiful night,
The way we danced and sang,
Under the fall moonlight.
And here I sit, still smiling,
But my grin is one of despair,
Because you are smiling at her,
And I’ll just always be there.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
Today I drove past your house,
For a moment I thought I would scream,
For a moment I thought I knocked on your door,
Just like in my dreams.
The road felt like my own veins, winding throughout my body to keep me moving, to keep me alive.
I pull over,
Turn off the engine,
Hands tense around the steering wheel.
Eyes closed, I am taken back to the midnight conversations and coffee orders and that photo of us.
Oh, that photo of us.
Suddenly, I am home.
Sitting in my driveway, the time has passed me like a summer’s love affair: quick and disappointing. My knuckles clench until they glow white.
Nothing can change how I feel,
No highway hypnosis or holistic home remedy can heal this hurt.
Today I drove past your house and
Suddenly, I’m home.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC