You took my breath away
You made my heart race so fast I thought it might stop
I told myself I didn't want to love anyone
I had seen what love can do
But your beautiful brown eyes drew me in
Your sweet words blinded me from your real intentions
The first time you touched me you turned me into your slave
People had only ever touched me out of hate
But you were showing me tender love
I trusted you, loved you, wanted you
But something changed
Of course life could never be perfect
You were angry with me all the time
Why could I never make you happy?
I wanted to give the world to you
To show you how much I adored you
But you closed yourself off from me all the time
I tried not to worry, not to suspect you of devious actions
But I think I knew who you truly were all along
But you always came back and so did I
I tried to please you by not stopping you when your hand slipped between my legs that night
Even though you knew I didn't want it
That was the first night you bit me
Said it turned you on
Though I never told you, it turned me on too
But you always went too far
Pushing me to places I never wanted to go, wasn't ready to go
If I told you to stop, you left bruises on my skin
No one should tell you what to do and I had to learn my lesson, didn't I?
You never apologized when you let your anger get the best of you
Never even held me while I cried
So why did I go back?
Why did I always forgive you?
Why did you let me?
How could you hurt an innocent girl who was too young to understand how you were deceiving her?
Nevertheless, you eventually gave up on me
I wanted to hate you but still I couldn't
You came back to explain yourself
Told me you no longer loved me like you used to
You told me things could never be the same
But what even went wrong?
You couldn't even tell me
You made your best friend do it
Turns out we were living a lie
There was a bet between you and your friends and I was a part of it
Who would lose their virginity first?
Definitely not you because we never went that far
But somehow you did win
Multiple times
With multiple different girls
Did they love you too?
Did they give you everything you had hoped for?
Everything I couldn't give you?
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
We don't write the way adults do.
Not in limericks,
perfect lines,
perfect rhymes.
We don't sign our names
but let our initials be our recognition.
We don't write about all the lovely things.
We write with raw emotion.
Translating our sorrows into syllables,
putting our pain on paper,
hardships and hopes of death.
The limits of our society
we see through fresh eyes
that have endured tribulations
far too young.
perfection isn't our aim so
we don't let the rules confine us
because our poetry is free.
//P.T.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in a mornings rush,
I am the swift up lifting rush.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
(i did not write this. i'm not sure who did, but all credit goes to the author.)
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Being the only one awake in the back seat, or the only one thinking loudly,
and in the back of your mind, sitting there like living weight, you've got
the giant Citgo sign
(you swear you could fit in the T),
listening to passion pit as the golden sun flings itself on the highway,
a construction worker lowering his pants in front of a dumpster,
hearing the sandlot play downstairs as you stare at the dark ceiling,
pizza you ate in the park the evening before now being had for breakfast,
finding out the **** is pro-choice,
getting your shoulder squeezed on a rollercoaster
by a boy who screams like a girl,
feeling drunk even though you're sober,
running through the dark,
passing trailers with round lanterns lining the tops,
outlining shirtless men and smoking women,
looking in the mirror after swimming with your clothes on
in a hot tub,
and you're not sure if you're
beautiful
or
disgusting.
Yeah, you can sleep now.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC