I wish we were still friends
Now all we do is dispise
Our love was bulid so high
Now all i see is lies
I miss your touch your care and your sweaty hands
All i have to say now is this didnt go as planned
I was young and stupid and wreckless
And my love you wore as a necklace
And i was for you as you were for me
Our love was ******* helpless
Ill never forget your name and your number is burnt in head
Id love to call you and chat
But now our love is dead
This isnt how id pictured us now
never to speak the name
but if love is made for two
Then both of us are to blame.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
Your hair is like the twine that holds me together and your fingers the seems that bind my heart with yours. The blood in your veins is a flavor id love to taste if only to bite hard enough to pierce your soft tender skin. I feel your mind. I feel your piercing stare as you stand against the wall as our energy and tension feels up the room like smoke, it makes it hard to breathe. You make it hard to breathe. When your lips touch mine I feel a sensation of warmth and pleasure that as soft as it is I just want to rip you apart but I just smile. Our love is real, at least from my side. But it feels hopeless. As hard as I try to wake up every day to please you it doesn't seem to be enough because I just want you to be so happy. Our love is hopeless.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Is it bad that every time i hear your name my heart races faster than the speed of light. Does that mean my heart beats for you or am i just scared to face the fact that all the time spent meant nothing to you. Am i trembling because i gave you my all and you gave me so little of yourself. Am i scared that you'll run away with my secrets and never remember them. Will you think of me? No you wont even remember my name because promises can be made and still be broken. My heart can be mended and shattered again as if it was a glass vase on your table that you never really cared for so you dropped it and threw away the pieces. Am i but just a thought in the very back of your mind. So when im gone youll miss what you no longer have. A friend who loved you unconditionally. In that case will i ever be truly gone.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
I write poems, but they arent poems. They are writings, usually about the same thing, but how i feel. I write how sad i am and i pity mmyself, but if i didnt who would. There i go again pitying myself. But honestly i have no one to pity for me. And that may sound self centered but so be it. I wish i had someone to cry to or talk to
But i dont. I have people that say yeah you can tell me anything, but in all actuallity they just want you to tell them so they can throw it back in your face. Im sorry but i dont deserve it. I deserve someone to listen and help me. Sorry if that is too much to ask for.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
My heart is full of love
And my eyes see only you
I wish only you could see from my point of view
For the beauty that rests outside your skin is nothing like within
And even on the saddest days you still make me grin
For your soul is like a garden and you blossom everyday
And even in my darkest times you help me find the way
And everything you gaze upon suddenly comes to life
And one day I'll give you a golden band and pronounce you as my wife
Cause I want nothing more than to spend my days growing old with you this is all about how I feel and I hope you feel it too.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
I don't like being alone. I never have. It's quiet and silent and I swear the only thing I can hear is my own brain talking to me saying weird things. I can now hear my worrisome heart throbbing and pounding in my chest. My wary hands quiver and it makes it so hard to hold this pen. My eyes swell up with sadness and I hate it. I hate feeling this way. I hate being sad and nervous and and this anxiety. I hate it. I'm tired of this. Not just this feeling but with feeling in general. People think that a lot of sad people just want to feel something. But I'm so sad and I just want to feel nothing.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
**** today. **** today. **** today. Today I realized there is no such thing is life. **** life. And there is no such thing as people who actually care. I learned that love is a misconception and it's evil. More evil than befor. I realized that everytime they say **** yourself all they are trying to do is help me. Yes give me a motive. Please. Help me make the hardest decision of my life(death) thank you. Push me some more.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
I am not afraid of love.
I am afraid of being hurt beyond repair.
I am afraid of giving my all to one,
Who may not always be there.
I am afraid of losing myself
And never finding my way back.
I am afraid of falling in love--
If you aren't falling back.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
I keep planning conversations in my head
About pointless things or serious things
Ideas and planning
I always end up talking to you
I play a movie in my head of the scenes that might happen with every move I make
I think about what I would say and do if I got married to you " **** them all we did it!"
Or the conversation I would have if I met your dad and I was telling him what I liked to do "well that's a tough question I have a lot of angles to me"
Or the tougher conversations
Like having the conversation about us being official " this would be easier if we were ACTUALLY dating"
Most of these conversations never work out as planned, they never say the right things to set up my whole internal monologue and relinquish it all at once in a rehearsed flood.
I care about having the conversation that I think most about
"Can you stop being so mean?" "Can you stop lying to me?" "Tell me how you feel" "what do you want from me?" "Why do you even like me?" "Why did you come back into my life?" "Why can't you tell me how much you love me all the time?" "Why don't you ever tell me you're sorry?"
But I never get an answer in my head or in my life
It's just another one-sided conversation that I will have in my head
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
I say that I dont need clingy or like it but I'm kinda a sucker for clingy. I love being shown someone cares I love being constantly kissed and hugged and held and just have contact. I ou e being told you love me and I love being told I'm cute or attractive. I love when you grab my **** I love clingy and I know you aren't one to be clingy but dang I'm so clingy. I like when you talk to me and I like being complimented. I love singing to you ****** songs that I make up while I go. I love loving you. You don't have to be clingy but I like that ****
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC