When it is my turn
For my soul to detach from my body
Tell them my story
Tell them about the girl
Who had dreams of saving the world
Who saw the humility and beauty in others
Who believed that there was an abundance of greatness
Sprinkled throughout the Earth
Yet she was blind to her own sparkle
The girl who always wanted to give
But never felt like she was good enough to receive
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
The sweet scent of marijuana and whisky remind me of nights that tainted my heart
I was foolish and intrigued with the thought of you
The thought of what could be
You had so much to give, yet you were oblivious to your potential
I soaked in your scent and allowed it to fully consume me
You were the one I needed
Intoxicated, I willingly gave you all of the power
And you destroyed me within seconds
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
I have allowed you to hurt me time and time again
And I can no longer pretend that it doesn’t matter
I will not minimize my pain to clear your conscience
I must be selfish with my heart.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
In the end, we are left with nothing,
But echoes of lies.
False “I love yous”
dance in your mind.
Memories tear at your heart.
Constant reminders that you will
Never have what you had again.
This pain overflows your body.
It is engraved in your bones and flows throughout your veins.
It is excruciating, yet necessary
It assures you that you are alive
And if you are capable of tolerating this pain,
You are more than capable and deserving of love.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC