A broken smile shared with a stranger,
Tick, tick, tick.
A promise of a life spent together,
Tick, tick, tick.
A broken promise and shattered heart,
Tick, tick, tick.
A sunny day spent in the park,
Tick, tick, tick.
A long night of sorrow,
Tick, tick, tick.
A silent goodbye.
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
All the moments just pass us by.
Our clock ticks down to its final zero.
Life will come, life will go.
In the end all of our clocks just stop ticking.
Tick
Tic
Ti
T
.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
With each passing day it gets harder and harder.
The promise of my future fades further and further away.
I don't know if I can keep pushing through, keep moving on, so promise me forever.
Promise me that the pain will stop.
Promise me the abuse will be over.
Promise me that in 8 short months I'll be free.
Promise me I have a forever, a home that I can call mine.
Promise me you'll forever love me for me.
Promise me that you'll protect me.
Promise that the dark nights full of tears won't pass in vein.
Promise me I'll be ok.
But I know you can't promise me a forever.
It's sad to say.
How long is forever anyway?
Not very long, not in this day and age.
So goodbye to my "forever"
I'll find you one day.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Dearest M,
When you look in the mirror,
you may see a lost cause.
But when I look at you,
I see someone I love.
Someone I always have loved.
I don't believe you're a lost cause,
I believe you're a lesson.
A lesson that everyone needs to learn.
You taught me that despite your best efforts, life throws you curve *****
You taught me that I'm strong,
strong enough to handle your rejection.
You taught me that I make my own way.
Because of you, the man I love,
I know I don't have to take anyone's ****
that I'm better than my mistakes,
that even if I think I'm a lost cause,
I can be someone's inspiration.
So yes, a lost cause can be a good lesson.
I don't want to say goodbye,
but I feel like I have to.
You don't love me. You never will.
That's ok. I'm strong enough to to handle it.
Sincerely,
A
Ps. I know you're not longer the boy in the red pickup truck
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Veni. Vidi. Amavi.
It's ok to be a heart breaker,
To hitchhike on love.
It's the only way to learn a lesson.
You're not my villain,
You're my lesson.
We all have our reasons,
and I know that.
I don't want you to love me.
I want you to love someone who
Will sharpen your mind,
Build your trust.
I am a lone Ranger.
Whether you agree or not.
We came. We saw. We loved.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
Well ****
It happened again.
Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
But none of it was real.
He didn't feel the same.
It's been one too many times.
I won't be hurt by you again.
So goodbye to the boy...
with the red pickup truck.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
Well ****
It happened again.
Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
But none of it was real.
He didn't feel the same.
It's been one too many times.
I won't be hurt by you again.
So goodbye to the boy...
with the red pickup truck.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
I've wandered that path,
And I beg you, please,
Go back.
Take the other path down the road.
Be stronger than I ever was.
Don't lock yourself down,
Once done it's almost irreversible.
Don't cause further damage.
Look at me.
I bear scars, bruises, broken bones.
All healed,
But none of them gone.
Needles, knives, razors,
I've even turned a boxcutter on myself.
A fishhook through the finger,
An exposed wire to the skin...
I've done it all.
And I tell you it's not worth it.
I'm going to tell you what no-one ever told me.
It gets better with hard work.
You're important.
You matter to a few people not pushed by pride.
Pain is not a release,
It is a bind.
A crutch.
Don't be like me.
You don't want to end up with shadows as your only friends,
And anger your only salvation.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Why do I like the rain so much?
It may seem simple my darling one,
but it's not.
It's not for the smell,
The kisses in the rain,
playing in puddles,
or rainbows.
It's much more complex.
It's for the tears disguised as raindrops,
the layers of pain washing away,
the end of sorrow at the end of a long day,
and hope that one day it will all end.
The hope that it'll be over,
Sooner rather than later.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
This I believe
Life is too short to worry about all the small things that go wrong or the people that bug us. People tend to worry too much about finding a way to be entertained and tend to forget not to take life too seriously, because in the end none of us make it out alive anyway.
Let me paint you a picture of a little girl. She was born at 02:05 am on March 21st 2000. She had curly brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, and her mother was addicted to **** The state of Colorado deemed her mother an unfit parent and she was placed into foster care when she was 12 hours old. The little girl's mother was in shock and got her act together and got her baby back after 1 year. Time passed and the little girl and her big brother were best friends. He shielded her from all the bad things going on at home. When the little girl was about to turn 3 her mother had 2 babies, they were twins. The new parents wouldn't stop yelling at each other so the little girl started crying, she got her first beating that night. She was ****** and on the floor in their little home and she couldn't move. All she could do was cry some more. Over the next two years she learned to fear police and thought that it was normal to be abused. She got beaten on the daily, verbally and emotionally abused, and cried herself to sleep every night. She was 5 years old when it finally happened. Someone had called the police to come save the three young kids. This was it, she had been in and out of foster care for 5 years, this was finally the last time. Her mother came into her room on the warpath and put the little girl's head through a glass display case, her brother and sister let out a blood chilling screams as they cried. The little girl woke up in a new foster home, without her siblings she felt like crying, but was scared she'd get hit again. The next morning she was told that she was in her new forever home. She was shocked. No more little brother and sister, no more drugs and abuse. She was finally safe.
This story is the story of my life. I haven't told many people it, so thank you for listening. I believe in a life full of laughter. Laughter is the most powerful medicine. I cried enough tears for a lifetime as a child, so that only leaves me one option now, laugh. Laughter is powerful and everyone's laugh is unique. I'm going to end this with a question:
Q: What has four wheels and flies?
A: A garbage truck.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
This I believe
Life is too short to worry about all the small things that go wrong or the people that bug us. People tend to worry too much about finding a way to be entertained and tend to forget not to take life too seriously, because in the end none of us make it out alive anyway.
Let me paint you a picture of a little girl. She was born at 02:05 am on March 21st 2000. She had curly brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, and her mother was addicted to **** The state of Colorado deemed her mother an unfit parent and she was placed into foster care when she was 12 hours old. The little girl's mother was in shock and got her act together and got her baby back after 1 year. Time passed and the little girl and her big brother were best friends. He shielded her from all the bad things going on at home. When the little girl was about to turn 3 her mother had 2 babies, they were twins. The new parents wouldn't stop yelling at each other so the little girl started crying, she got her first beating that night. She was ****** and on the floor in their little home and she couldn't move. All she could do was cry some more. Over the next two years she learned to fear police and thought that it was normal to be abused. She got beaten on the daily, verbally and emotionally abused, and cried herself to sleep every night. She was 5 years old when it finally happened. Someone had called the police to come save the three young kids. This was it, she had been in and out of foster care for 5 years, this was finally the last time. Her mother came into her room on the warpath and put the little girl's head through a glass display case, her brother and sister let out a blood chilling screams as they cried. The little girl woke up in a new foster home, without her siblings she felt like crying, but was scared she'd get hit again. The next morning she was told that she was in her new forever home. She was shocked. No more little brother and sister, no more drugs and abuse. She was finally safe.
This story is the story of my life. I haven't told many people it, so thank you for listening. I believe in a life full of laughter. Laughter is the most powerful medicine. I cried enough tears for a lifetime as a child, so that only leaves me one option now, laugh. Laughter is powerful and everyone's laugh is unique. I'm going to end this with a question:
Q: What has four wheels and flies?
A: A garbage truck.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC