Accepts you as you are
Believes is you even when you don’t make sense
Calls you just to say hello
Drives you insane
Explains things you don’t understand
Forgives you of the mistakes you’ve made
Guarantees fun
Helps you
Is always there for you
Just wants to be with you
Keeps you close to their heart
Loves you for who you are
Makes a lot of difference in your life
Never gives up on you
Overjoyed to see you
Picks you up when you fall down
Quizzes your love for others
Raises you spirits
Supports you
Tells you the truth even when you don’t want to hear it
Understands you
Values you
Withstands you
Xenodochial
Yells at you when you aren’t listening and
Zaps you back to the real world
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Who ever wrote the poem that goes
“Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But words Could never
Hurt me”
Must have had a good life because for me
The poem goes
“Sticks and stones
May leave a few
Bruises on my bones
But words can cut into
Me like a knife.
I’m just like a mirror
I tell it to you straight
But I’m fragile
And easy to break.
The sticks and stones that you throw at me
Just toughen my skin
But with a shiny knife
You can get in.
My heart is see through
That’s just how it’s made
But I warn you
My heart is not the shatter-proof kind
So I would like it if
You kept your sticks and stones to yourself
And all of you shiny knives away.”
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
They say to follow your heart,
But which part do I follow if it’s been shattered in a million pieces?
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
You say nobody loves you,
Who am I then? I love you.
You say you’re ugly and worthless,
That’s not true, you’re worth way more than this.
You say nobody gives a **** about you,
But how can you not see that I’m with you every step of the way, fighting with and for you.
You say that **** doesn’t deserve you,
And **** right you are.
He doesn’t.
You’re too good for him.
I know I just met you a couples weeks back,
But I’ve grown so fond of you.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
I'm scared to see
What lies beyond these doors
The gate to my future
Whats in store?
I'm scared to let go
Of my high school freedom
Graduation is near
Times passing like the seasons
I'm scared to know
What reality has to offer
I'm not at all prepared
I'm like a lamb to the slaughter
I'm scared to find out
Which of my friends will stay
Who are the real ones
And which ones will fade
I'm scared to hold
All the power of my life
Making such a crucial choice
Cutting through me like a knife
I dont want to be scared
Of what I have now
I want to enjoy life
I'm not exactly sure how
I'll think about my future
And all that is to come
When reality comes knocking
By then I'll be done
Change will happen
Slowly throughout time
I'll take it as it comes
Dont stress in the meantime
I won't be scared.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
You say you know me,
But I know you don’t truly.
You say I’m the worst liar,
When really I’m just the best actor.
Sometimes, I wish you knew me.
But I’m glad you don’t,
Nobody does,
Not even me.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
You left, not for long.
When you come back,
Things might seem wrong.
If that happens I guess that’s how it belongs.
Everything,
Is right where you left it.
But I want you to know,
That it still changes.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
"If you could describe yourself as an office item what would it be?”
she asked.
Well,
I would be paper.
some people use me when they need me,
I get the deed done and I'm thrown away.
But sometimes I can mean a lot to people,
sometimes they need me a lot and I'm important all of a sudden.
Other times I’m the cause of a paper cut, something small I create but causes unimaginable pain.
Who am I kidding? what I did wasn’t small..
I’m sorry..
im sorry..
I m s o r r y..
I m s o s o r r y..
I'm not paper, I'm just scissors.
I cut things, then when someone tries to fix it,
it's never truly fixed because it's never the same way it was before
They're either held together by glue or tape,
all I am is destruction.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
I love you,
not the romantic love but still a love that is true.
I know you cannot trust
yet I trust you because its a must,
not a must as in a rule
but a must as in if I didn't I would be a fool.
You mean so much to me,
and there is still so much beauty and good you cannot see.
It doesn't mean its not there
because it is and trust me i'll do my best to give you loads of care.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
What the **** Papa?
What if I want to be known as Latino and not Latina?
Is it so bad that I’m a boy
And finally have joy?
I want to be- No sorry I AM Ken not Barbie-
And I’ll prove my point with a stroke of a pen! Come try me!-
Yes I cut my hair
But why should you care?-
*** you look like guy!”
‘Oh well maybe that’s what I am, heh Bye!’-
“Wow! Jessica I couldn’t recognize you!”
‘Nice, you seem like you didn’t have a clue.’
God **** it! I just want to wear these clothes
I didn’t come here to make foes
I want to dress this way
And be called ‘Jay’ even if it sounds like I’m gay-
Oh wait I am.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC