I grew up a coward who went through fighting
Scattering her own future with petty insecurities
Could never relate to the "too cool" youth
Too busy bumpin and grindin, hiding their crying
"Too cool" to feel, I could never relate
Because I simply cannot seal my emotions
My emotions constantly get the best of me
I could go from crying to laughing in a matter of 1, 2, 3
Growing up with a gift so unique
It could only be seen within me
Turning my pain into ink
The ink representing my sorrows
I learned to turn feeling into art
Because pain is the greatest form of art there is
A great way to cope and heal
A great way to recover and feel
A way to let it out in a way so beautiful it just might give you hope for the brighter side of things
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
To me he was poetry that breathes
And now all he is
Is a sad melody that keeps playing in my head
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Broken
The only word I know to live by
This feeling of drowning in my own sorrows
Has been present for the past years
If happiness is a choice, I choose otherwise
Because happiness, “get better”, and hope
All of that to me are just lies
Lies that I’ve been trying to live by
Painting a smile that shines as bright as the sun
Fooling people is so easy
I don’t need reminders of why I should live
Don’t list me reasons to be happy
Don’t remind me of the warmth of my mother’s hugs
Don’t remind me of the love that showers over me when I see my youngest sister’s smile
Don’t remind me of reasons why I should live
Don’t give me a reason to second guess my final decision
Don’t give me reasons for trying
I’m tired of trying
I’m tired of lying to myself that it’s going to get better
To me better is just a word
A word, a lie that I’m tired of trying to live by
All I know, and all I am is broken
And that has taken over me
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Soaking pillows and red eyes
Can't believe I cried over a guy
Never thought you'd hurt me
But you ripped out my heart
And played with it so gracefully
Endless nights and sorry mornings
And this isn't a sad poem
I'm not mourning about the loss of you
About the loss of us
Because there is no us
I'm tired of your sorry's
Because there's no need to compromise
I have grown to realize
My love
My love is too poetry for you
I feel too deeply for you
I have began to blossom and bloom
And excuse my French
But I thank god
Because I'm finally ******* over you
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Memories, memories, memories.
That's all I'm filled with. Memories of you, and I constantly filling my mind. Our memories are like a dark shadow constantly hovering over me. There's no escape, no matter what I do. I cannot escape our past, and I cannot blind my love for you. I can't pretend that I'm completely over you.
I can't pretend I'm okay without you anymore. I'm sick of acting like you leaving me hasn't left a wound in my heart. I am sick of painting a smile on my face, acting as if I'm okay. Without you here, I know I can't do better. I miss you. I crave you. I need you.
In a way, I know you feel the same.
The thought of another man holding me sickens you. The thought of me moving on, acting like you are nothing but a past memory, makes your heart ache. You need me as much as I need you, and I pity you for that. I pity the fact that you can cause me so much damage, yet act like you are the one in true pain. You have the nerve to act like you are the victim when I was crying myself to bed at night wondering what was wrong with me.
In all reality, I don't care. I don't care about the sleepless nights due to constant crying. I don't care about the mornings I wake up to damp pillows. I could care less about the constant thought of not being good enough racing through my mind, or the constant reminder that you were so quick to act as if my emotions and I didn't exist. I don't care about the pain and anger you ignited in me. I care about you. I care about the love I still carry for you.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Your kisses are like candy to my lips
Your lies are the poison to my heart
Streaming through my veins
Slowly killing me on the inside
I'm addicted to the pain you give me
I can't let you go
I'm addicted to the feeling
Addicted to the pain
Addicted to the lies
I'm addicted to you
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
2 am
I still feel your lips planted on mine
I can't replace the thought of you
I thought all I needed was a little time
But it still feels like we aren't through
I still feel like you're with me
I still feel like our love is greater
If only you could see
I just can't get better
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Kisses trailing through her tummy
Like a road to her soul
As the room fill with soft moans
And the temperature begins to rise
He is leaving pieces himself inside of her
Just by planting gentle kisses on her wet *****
She can’t resist, she can’t beg for him to stop
Even with the knowing that all he’s going to do is finish then leave
She continues to leave pieces of herself to him
When he is just ******* she is making love
“I want this to stop.” She quietly moans, as he is beginning to go inside of her
She is hot, as soaking wet
She knows she wants him, her body craves him inside of her
But she wants to be more than just a quick bust
As he stops, he chuckles to himself
“Do you really want to stop?” He questions her
She bites her lip, as she slowly shakes her head no
And plants a kiss on his lips, opening her legs begging for him to enter
His. I am forever his. No matter how hard I try to resist his lust, I will always end up opening my thighs. I can’t help but love it as he slowly enters me. I can’t lie, I can’t lie and say I don’t want him. I enjoy the slow sloppy thrusts, the messy wet kisses, and the music we make with our moans. He isn’t mine, not at all. But I am his, my soul is his, my ****** aura is his. I can’t help it, he keeps me wet and broken.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
The best part about heart break is the art it helps you create.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC