Trying to jumpstart myself
To empty the emptiness inside me
Trying to jumpstart myself
My mind dismissing all that I hear and see
Trying to jumpstart myself
Feigning smiles and laughs and cheer
Trying to jumpstart myself
Though I'd much rather just not be here
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 8:48 PM UTC
Don't tell me I'm beautiful.
Look deep into my soul, past my scars, and tell me I have a beautiful heart.
Don't tell me you want to make love to me.
Let me in the place your demons live and make me love you in spite of them.
Don't tell me you want to love me the rest of our lives.
Make me believe it's possible to build a life with you.
Don't tell me you love me.
Show me in so many ways that there is no doubt in my mind and I just know it.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
I'm the kind of girl
That you won't miss right away
But I'm the kind of girl
That will make you wish you'd stayed
Because I'm the kind of girl
That gets inside your head
And I'm the kind of girl
You'll remember til you're dead
And you're the kind of boy
That thought he wanted more
You're the kind of boy
Who was scared of what was in store
And you're the kind of boy
Who was too blind to see
That with this kind of girl
We could have been a perfect we
But I'm not the kind of girl
To let a coward back in
I'm not the kind of girl
A few simple words can win
I am the kind of girl
That draws strength from the tears
And I'm the kind of girl
Who faces all her fears
So be the kind of boy
That isn't scared to care
So the next girl you fall for
Won't leave you standing there
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
*When shall I see your face again
Or taste your crooked smile?
When shall I gaze in your hazel eyes
And drown in them for awhile?
There's something about you,
I'm not sure what.
But when you're not here,
My soul just feels cut.
When shall I breathe in your scent again
Or hold you in my arms?
When shall our story finally begin?
Perhaps when we're over past harms.
We both want to move on,
But we just can't let go,
So we cling to each other;
Claim we're taking it slow
Will we admit that we're more than friends?
Or will this end
Before it begins?*
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
I hate the way I
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L
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in love
With a whisper
That LOOK
you know the one I mean
Always with the one I know will leave.
Is it really love that I crave
Or an excuse to wallow in my misery?
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
*Sinking into the abyss
Shattered dreams and creeping things
Razor wire closing in
Ripping through my closed-tight eyelids*
I DON'T WANT TO SEE
The end of my illusions
DON'T WAKE ME UP
*The nightmare isn't as terrifying
As losing you*
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
If you were mine for as long as I wanted you
Then why are you gone with someone else
If you were the first to be my last
Then why am I alone
If you really loved me
Then how could you walk away
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
She sat on the edge of the precipe; unbidden tears evidenced by glistening lines on her cheekbones. She stood abruptly and reached over the edge, hoping the hands waiting for her were strong. Leaning forward ever so slightly she brushed fingers with the person waiting. She stretched a little further, grasped tightly, and missed. Tumbling end over end in a dazed confusion she cried out, sure she was lost forever. She saw the ground speeding up to meet her and closed her eyes as she braced for the impact that would shatter the last of her illusions.....but the impact never came. Soft warm arms reached out and embraced her just when all may have been lost. She pried open her eyes just enough to peer through her lashes and see whom had saved her.....and saw herself.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
I held everything in my hands
Everything I needed
Everything I wanted
But you took it and left me empty
Saying I deserved more
But leaving me with less
Than I had before
I wish we'd never met.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
Actions don't always speak louder than words.
The way someone treats you may have more to do with who they are than how they feel.
There should be a balance.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC