
Perfection is for liars.
For people who are so tightly tucked into
their bed of lies.
That they only dream in black and white.
I strive for messy and real.
I want to feel pain and misery.
I want to feel love and happiness.
I want truth,
Break my heart, so then I
will know what love is.
Make me laugh, so when I cry
I can understand it.
I dont want a perfect love life.
Love is wrong, and messed up, cruel.
Love is right, and harmonized, beautiful.
Love is all of it.
Close your eyes.
Silence your mind.
Be still in the quiet.
And just feel the greatness of flaw.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
A healed heart still pains.
For there will always be a fragment
torn off and lost forever.
There will be a moment,
no matter how fleeting.
That will cause a twinge of dispair.
For something no matter how cruel,
no matter how beautiful,
is gone forever.
We are told to not cry.
To not mourn
Over a loss that was seemingly undeniable.
Allow your heart that beat.
That moment to weep.
A firefly flickering in the summer air.
And after that moment, smile.
Cause it will happen.
This time more beautifully.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Guilt drips from my heart,
and tears cry from her eyes.
She wants to save me.
Confusion swells in my mind,
and her hands guide me.
She wants me to see.
Pity sinks into my veins,
and she stays strong to build me.
She wants me to be free.
Anger fills the void,
and her heart encourages.
She wants me to believe.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
Pain.
Emotional torment.
A cruel battlefield of unfair strategies.
Hate.
Bitter engulfment.
A taste so sour against love.
Guilt.
Worthless suffocation.
A brainwash of lies.
Anger.
Selfish entrapment.
A young over indulgence .
Pity.
Forgiveness overflowed.
A river to clean my hands of you.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
Guilt claimed my heart.
The fault I believed was mine.
Dissatisfaction at a constant.
Lies ate away my soul.
The fault I believed was mine.
Heartache surpassing all.
Shame covered my face.
The fault I believed was mine.
Untrue words spilling.
Failure corrupted my mind.
The fault I believed was mine.
Pieces always falling.
Guilt was yours.
The acts done against me.
My satisfaction at a constant.
Lies you told became riddles.
The truth unraveled before me.
My heartache lessening
Your shameful true self
Disgusted my image of you.
My true words covering.
Your failure was us.
The fault of only your own.
My pieces coming together.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
A new kiss
Softer lips
With gentle urgency
Love trembling through
Soft caresses
Adventures never fleeting
Tears of happiness
To replace the cried out tears
Smiles constantly painted
Something new
Proving with greatness
Why the past is forgotten.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
Tied down
Darkness closing in
Fog engulfing my mind
Suffocating
Fragments of myself
Drowning in emotion
Freedom
A stronger version, whole
Happiness awakens
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
A broken heart has left a bitter
taste in my mouth.
An unwanted reminder that I was left.
Anger seeps into my heart,
Hatred screaming in my mind.
Bitterness is new and confusing.
Deep sorrow is where I find comfort.
However I am no longer sad,
but infuriated by careless causes and effects.
By a never deserving boy
who used me as a plaything.
And this whole time I knew what he was.
And yet the feeling of being wanted offered to much temptation.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
An open mind and a weak heart
A smile that never ceases
With eyes that undoubtably tear
A resilient shell
Covering the most delicate of emotions
Never fearing the pain caused by herself
Anger never staying concrete
Forgiveness often giving for the non deserving
A soul to often crushed
I still smile
I still love
I still have hope.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Today I close a chapter
Not with a happy ending
Or with miraculous love
I close a chapter of lies
With deep sorrow
And undying loss
I close a chapter of pain
With hope to survive
Mending a restiched heart
Ive re-read this chapter
To an utmost fault
To where I could recite it by heart
With childish dreams of a different story
I close my eyes tight
And pray for the ending ive always wanted
But I am not the author
Nor the story teller
Mearly the character
I love you
I miss you
The end.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC