You are teaching me
Like you have every day
Of my life
Only now you are teaching me to live without
you
when I was young it was all lessons
in dependence
I guess its funny how things worked out
just right
for you
you don't need me
and now as
the initial prickles
followed by spikes
followed by twining branches
and finally by stone
cover and protect
me from you
I find you.
slowly
gradually
leisurely
leaving
my heart
my mind
alone
losing power over me
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
i don't have any regrets
it's not my fault and i don't have any regrets
Because you are awful
you act like a terrible person
and you've been acting so long that maybe that's what you've become
I wish I could say to you what I've been thinking quietly in my head for years.
That if you really wanted to be connected to me you would have
Made room in your life for some other than yourself
You would have bought an apartment that could fit more than one bed you would have cleaned up your life and sacrificed a bit of your happiness for mine
But you didn't you stopped listening
To the point were talking isn't even worth it
You stopped wanting to know me and tried to project what you thought should be real
to the point that in your eyes i am two dimentional
You have broken me so many times
to the point were I'm surprised there is any of my heart left to love you
You have never been there
Never cared for me while I was sick
Never Taught me the lessons you should have
Never cared for me in the way you should have
But beyond this you blame me for all that happened and you tell
me that I will regret it
You threaten, belittle, and guilt me until I'm shaking
and even the words and tears are try to escape
I wonder what you think after these talks of ours
Do you think "Ah well done, you've successfully convinced her of your kindness and love, charitably and insurmountable generosity."
I wonder how far below football and laundry I am on your list of things that matter
It would make no difference how much I tried because even then you would go back to your despicable, insignificant, and hurtful ways just the same as it's ever been
How many times are you going to blame her you our problems
While you put in a half effort she gave everything she could give and more
She is by no means perfect but she never has put me down or let me down like you have and
You will never be one thousandth of the person she is
You horrify me
I am grateful that I'm an only child and that you have no friends because I would not wish your treatment on anyone
So as I sit here trying not to cry because of how much I would love to be able to hate you I think what I've been thinking for years when I'm around you
**** YOU
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
I HAVE NO REGRET
IT'S NOT MY FAULT I HAVE NO REGRET.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
We learn from the time that we are fresh and impressionable like wet clay, that every morning when we wake up the first thing we do before we thank god we woke up at all, or before we groan and turn off the alarm, we don our safety goggles that shield our eyes from all the pain and suffering in front of us allows us to cope, blinds us to the truth and reality of the depravity that encases us, in addition these handy dandy safety goggles keep us complacent and resistant to change and improvement. As we go through life the lenses change, affected by the influences we fall under, sometimes a moment of understanding hits and we see it all...Pain, all consuming soul eating grief, mourning all that has been lost or has disappeared...But at that moment I think it is the only time the true beauty of the world can be appreciated, because without the pain the beauty fades to the background unnoticed unappreciated...So now all there is to do is to wake up every morning and see everything all at once and fight against the ingrained blindness and the delusional desire for "pure and simple happiness hold the reality please "
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
I want to get lost and never come back. I want to not give a **** and be high as a kite and fly above everything so far away that all that can be seen are crop circles and property lines breaking the world into a million puzzle pieces that will never quite fit together just right again. But that's not how it is I'm down on earth shacked by the knowledge that I must do something. Knowledge. the difference between a carefree bird flying unaffected by the world below and a dog with the choice of wondering the hopeless streets unsure and alone, or being chained in security day in day out
pick your poison.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Once upon a time…by chance a common girl met a common boy
after one night she told him that she knew
knew what would happen:
In a few weeks they'd be in love hopelessly and then as they grew together so would their love then they would get married
but thats not how this story ends
instead of growing together they grow apart
they break up but still care for each other
he tries to **** himself
then buries himself in drugs
she feels like the life is ****** out of her
then buries herself in solitude
ignoring and spurning all attempts to help
months pass
she finds someone to desperate or too stupid to see she's still in love
with someone else
Then once again they find themselves falling back in love but this time
this time…
everything is different
after burring themselves
they have changed
have built walls to cower behind
Neither of them see it
He was the fuse lying in wait
to be touched by her fire
the only possible result
was for everything
to explode
leaving nothing
but ruins of memories, and confidences
shared at the cost
of two lives once intertwined
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
I don't. Really. you broke my heart. but not only that you broke it in a way that will never heal. Not only that…the fact remains that I let you do it. twice. I forgave and forgot and let myself pretend. Green grass. Long days in sun. Belief and trust, in our power to overcome, in you to be different. But in the end all is done. note to self: he is the way he is and you are you that won't change. not if he changes his friend group. not if he quits smoking. not if he flies from the cage that is his baggage. Never. So after all I Don't Give A **** If your life's equation adds up to getting high and being too cool to care. great. But my life equation is filled with real love, happiness, and family. I'm past you now. You are the shiny red tricycle that I once depended on but have out grown now. Now you'll be in the backyard, rusting dreaming of the good old days.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Name it.
It's on the tip of your tongue.
don't worry I won't tell. I'll keep your secret.
I'll help you solve the riddle. well, the old ones are white. the young ones are a raw pink. and the babies are blood red. all in different directions. road maps. showing roads, streets, alleys, and avenues of pain. hidden well and undiscovered. well almost. but it's ok everything can be blamed on the cat or maybe just extreme klutziness. this is the first and last time.......that someone will find out. Locked away with a plain key. one that will never be beautiful or extraordinary never hung on a delicate chain for everyone to see. keep yourself close and your pain closer
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
all jingling together. one for the house. one for the car. one for the truth. one for the secret never told. you keep them close to your heart. these keys. like the skins of an onion.one tearful layer after another must be peeled to find the center. like tiny bells they are constant reminders of commitments and promises. So which one is the key. which one do you what? The key to happiness? Or the key success? pick your key. choose wisely.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
Believing what they told her. Fat. Stupid. Slow. Being what they expected her to be. Just to escape the torment. Resorting to the sidekick position. The helpless follower. Never equal. Always to slow to be worth it. The fat kid in gym. The last one to finish the math problem. Blamed on dyslexia on big bones. Then it happened like a caterpillar her shape morphed became something that might be desireable. But by then her wings were riddled with the holes from past abuse. There was no confidence only anger and defensiveness on her horizon. In an attempt to salvage what was left of her she flew away to a place she thought was beautiful. A place she could start new, fresh. A place where she could hide the holes. But in the end winter came freezing her keeping her from moving while she was attacked over and over by new beasts who tore the holes open and gradually made them into bottomless pools of sorrow... When summer came she rested and patched over the holes to try again somewhere new... How does the story end? Thats up to you.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
Somewhere far far away
Over the rainbow
Its 5 o'clock
A family is waking up hungry, to the sound
Of gunshots
A young mother cradles a baby
She doesnt expect to live
Like so many others she waits
For an end
Any end
Across the world
The illusion is correct
The grass is greener
Life easier
Its five o'clock
The mother is cooking
While her children set the table
In their perfect home surrounded
By a picket fence
In their gated community
Where the only screams are
Those of children playing
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC