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MaeMae
MaeMae
19/F/Bremerton Ride or die taken to the grave then pass the rose ♤ 19 and young ◇ child at heart ♡ Poetry gave me strength when the food I ate couldn't ♧
I’m sorry I didn’t come with a warning label as you stepped through my door. I’m sorry there wasn’t a sign on each room you walked in. Depression Anxiety Bipolar Bulimia Anorexia My crazy over obsessive thoughts My past My present I’m sorry for the **** I think For the **** I feel The **** I can’t help but I’m just tryna keep it real. Like when you told me you loved me right after your hand touched my face, Yeah that love was pretty true. I can feel it in my disgrace. “Baby I’m sorry” “Come back” “You know those actions weren’t real” Yeah baby okay, so I just get on my knees and I pray.
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
Warning labels.
When you were sleeping in the car and holding my hand you held on to me so tight I tried to let go to turn the wheel and you gripped even harder. So I drove around a little and let you sleep you were so out you were snoring and in that moment I was sure that you were scared to loose me even in your dreams. And my heart melted. When you kiss me you don’t reach for my pants or my ***** you pull me closer and I can never get enough of your touch and your eyes and when your lips touch mine. It makes my night and my day, and I never thought in a million years we would be where we are now. Last summer left me heart broken but never did I ever regret being with you. And I am so grateful of what we have and share and I hope and pray we never loose it or loose the sight of us. I believe that last summer was a right thing at a wrong time and we’ve reached our time and it’s time to do this right. ❤️
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
Tonight
I looked at my cousins profile today It was full of happy birthday Prayers and wishes Greatness and I love you’s I miss you’s and please come home But I can’t help but scream And cry and pray that he never sees the light of day. That he rots away behind the only bars that are keeping me safe. I pray his sentence was life, But the justice system doesn’t care. They don’t care my will was pinned down My voice was kept silent And a magical experience ripped away. I looked at his sons profile today. Drawing and anime all the way. Updated pictures free will to walk. Free will to go harm another person who’s lost. No punishment granted. And smiles he may Stealing the smiles he wiped from my face. He plays little games with cards always winning never losing just like how he won that day. His Facebook reveals all No regret in his eyes. No apologies given So here I lye I looked at my rapists profiles today And the the justice system failing To keep me safe.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
Facebook profiles today.
In the air you see clarity But in the smoke you see memories.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
Smoked Memories
Ending Thoughts.. maybe were all crying for help. but sometimes we just cant speak. so we speak in our mind. and let our inner thoughts take over. and maybe sometimes those thoughts are good. and maybe sometimes they're bad. and maybe they are fighting one other. but maybe in the end. those thoughts are just thoughts. but also maybe to those thoughts are the end.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
Ending Thoughts...