
You shook me and placed me to your ears.
Kept guessing who I was for nine months, to years.
Slowly as I grew, you unwrapped the paper,
Assuring me there were lessons you kept for later.
But the hourglass emptied before we expected
And soon I collected dust. I was neglected.
You may have left me feeling bereft
but I won't forget you calling me your gift
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
You have done the same as all the rest
left as soon as your heart resuscitated mine
But that's alright, I wish you all the best
That's what I am supposed to say. That specific line.
But I'll wonder which of my faults had you running
Why you bothered opening my vault if you knew what was inside.
And my friends will tell me that they knew you were cunning
But I've stopped caring; I've gone through this too many times.
You told me I was beautiful. That I'd be a perfect wife
So why did you start running? why did you cut me out of your life?
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
Time keeps ticking in my head
As I think of all the beasts
hidden beneath my bed
The tight space in my skull
makes me feel claustrophobic.
Out of breath,
to rethink every thought is aerobic
Wasting minutes as I reacquaint
with every regret
Wishing I could breath and finally forget
But here I am, listening
to that clock in my head
that keeps ticking
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
They've watered you since you were a seed
Watched you as you sprouted into life
Smiled at you every time you did a good deed
You thought they cared when they told you not to frown
Thought they'd be proud when you reached your tallest height
But instead they came with their axes and cut you down
They planted you just to watch you fall
jealousy and greed does this to us all
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
I thought I'd be the one to end it
That it wouldn't be you that'll break my heart
But that nine worded text you sent me
Shattered it to crumbs of glass, tore me apart.
You were the one with sweaty palms at our first meeting
Your shaky voice trapped my mind
But now it is me that sits here weeping
The night reminding me that I was blind
You expected rejection when you confessed,
Expected me to depart
But it is me now comparing myself to her,
the one that caught your heart
tightly within her grip
as she snatched it from my loose grasp
I never knew your worth
until you left, until I saw you last
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
I felt your sharp tongue slice through my neck
I felt your words hit the back of my head
I felt my blood pour onto the floor
I felt my heart stop when you said we're no more
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
I always ***** up
That's the problem with me
I think I'm sailing high
But I end up lower than the sea
I'm the member that tries
Who's family avoids to mention
I'm the member that lies
So between family there's less tension
I don't see my purpose
All I do is fall
I don't see anything
Except the disappointment in the faces of them all
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
I stay awake all night long.
You always wake up next to me
And ask me why there's something wrong
I'm the ocean. Large and deep.
Beautiful from the shore.
A collection of all the tears I weep
The powerful waves that everyone sees
You can't name all the creatures
Or my great insecurities
But you can come to observe me.
Be entertained by me.
We both know you'll never completely understand me
I am an ocean. Large and deep.
You don't know me at all
So go back to sleep
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Knock! Knock! Knock! On my door.
An unexpected visitor? Never before.
In my comfort, to the door I amble.
But once the doors open, its too much to handle.
The memories flood through, not wanting to leave.
They reach above my neck. I struggle to breath.
I try to find any possible way out,
But there's no one around
to hear me shout.
(A tap on my shoulder)I realise I'm still in line.
"Here's your coffee, miss. Are you alright? "
I'm just fine.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
You can't write poetry without feeling something.
Even if its nothing, you can't write poetry without feeling something.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC