After four years, I thought I knew you
My self-proclaimed little sister
The girl I picked up to help escape your family with mindless activities
My phone was always open for every text about poems
And every call about stupid high school boys
You said malicious things about the people closest to me
Beginning with yourself
You could not say anything face to face with me
I know now you were too cowardly to look me in the eye as you lie
I do not know what you told people I did
I just know I never really knew you
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
He thought
He was too broken
No one would ever love him
He saw no color
In the world
It was black and white
Cynicism blacked out
Rays of sun
Depression pushed away
Love
Suicide seemed
To be a light
It drew him
Into its embrace
It held him tight
Like a noose
It whispered promises
Of ending all the pain
He was moments away
From falling
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
There is a place
Where insecurities rule
No one is safe
From the voices that live in the dark recesses
The Kingdom of Insecurities
Walls of confidence crumble
Seedlings of doubt are planted in the gardens of love
Hate lives among love
Flowers of fear grow tall
The fruit of all relationships is rotten
The Kingdom of Insecurities is dark
The lack of light does little to hide
The terror that lurks behind our own eyes
There is no King or Queen of Insecurities
We have no master but our own internal fears
Someone
Anyone
Please help me escape this yolk
Get me out of
The Kingdom of Insecurities
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
I wish you could feel my pain
A strong girl cries too
Memories that need to be forgotten
Forever alone
I want you to stay
Never believe the ones who say they care
Enough is enough
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
You know how they say that we should never get too close to broken glass?
That we might get hurt?
Isn’t that the same with humans?
If we get too close to a broken person, we could get hurt too as I found out the hard way.
When that person comes into your life, it messes with you.
It cuts you deep.
And the closer you get, the more blood it draws.
The pain becomes addicting.
You never want it to stop.
Now put yourself in the broken person’s shoes.
How they feel every time they hurt someone.
Image watching as you unintentionally hurt the other.
The person you love.
The only person you have loved and will ever love.
Your heart is as fragile as glass and all it takes is one little hit to break it.
Once it’s broken, it’s hard to put back together.
Am I saying it wasn’t worth it?
No.
I am saying just be careful what you ask for.
You just get what you wish for.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Today in class
The teacher asked a question
What is beauty?
While the others raised their hands
Wanting to give an answer
An answer that was far from honest
But would please the teacher
I ducked my head
Hiding from the searching eyes
I wasn't ready to show my vulnerability yet
My name was called
It echoed in the room
Or was it my head
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Am I supposed to be this tall?
I don't know about that
But I think I am fat
One, two, three
Is that a pimple I see?
Beauty was not my life
I was no Beauty
More of a Beast
Yet here I was
I had to answer for the sweet girl
Honesty is the best policy
I opened my heart and poured it out
I drowned in the feelings
Beauty is our own perception
It is in everything
It just takes different eyes
To see different types
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Three little words
Eight little letters
Make of them
what you will
I miss you
I need you
I want you
I hate you
I love you
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
I once wore a mask
A mask of shame
Of indifference
Of embarrassment
That mask has now slipped
I am ready to show the world
Nothing to cover my true self
I am enough
I don't need to be what the world wants
The mask they gave me is gone
I am me
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
She was art
Yet no one told her so
She covered her body in other people's art
She didn't think anyone would see past the ink
She liked it better that way
She was art
He was an artist
Yet no one told him so
He covered others' bodies with his art
He didn't think anyone would see past the needle
He liked it better that way
He was an artist
One day, the art met the artist
He called her his masterpiece
He covered her in ink
But he would never touch his face
Artists know when not to touch art that is beyond their own talents
She never believed she was art
Only a blank canvas
But as she lay fully exposed to him, she finally knew all his words were true
He never believed he was an artist
Only a man with a needle and ink
But as he watched her lay exposed and vulnerable for him, he finally knew all her words were true
She never believed that she was a piece of art
That was okay
She was just waiting for someone to make her believe she was a masterpiece
His masterpiece
He never believed that he was an artist
That was okay
He was just waiting for his perfect muse
His perfect canvas
And in his bed, entwined together
The art fell in love with the artist
The artist fell in love with the art
His soft touch was a paint brush
Each stroke painting her with more love
Her openness was a canvas to him
Each time, a new and exciting moment for him
She wore his art as a badge of honor
He wore her on his arm as a mark of freedom
The art and the artist had become one
And no one could separate them
The art and the artist
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
He wears half the sun around his neck
Yet when he smiles, he eclipses the full sun
His eyes outshine the sun
His hair is as gold as the sun
The boy with the half sun necklace has become my ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark world
But someone else holds the other half of his sun
He sees her as his only sun
The girl with the other half of the sun is his ray of sunshine
I am nothing but a sad little rain cloud passing by on the horizon
He shows me the sun yet holds me in the dark
Whatever light I have in me, belongs to him
The boy with the half sun necklace
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC