To the girl who is crying on the ground of her dorm room,
Over the boy who was incapable of seeing her worth,
Who took her heart and shattered it,
Leaving her in pain and undeniable agony,
This is for you.
I was there.
Two years later,
I’m in the arms of a man,
Who picked me up off the ground,
Wiped the hurting tears from my eyes,
Willingly fought every ghost of my past,
Paints the biggest smile on my face,
Takes care of my heart,
And shines the greatest ray of sunshine upon my life.
Your person is coming. Don’t give up.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
Letting you go
was the
best
medicine
I’ve ever
prescribed
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Woke up
happy.
My skin clearer,
my smile brighter,
my body stronger.
Realizing just how happy
I can be.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
Your clothes,
my back.
Your scent
entangled in every inch
of the fabic.
It was my favorite part
of being drowned
in your clothing.
Your scent.
Your safe presence.
No longer.
On the ground, drowning in your clothes
after you promised
it’d never happen again.
Round number 8 now.
Tears seamlessly running
down my face. Drowning.
Your scent, a reminder of each broken promise.
A prisoner of your love.
Chained by your clothing.
Drowning.
Held captive by your scent.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
The colors illuminated the sky,
the noises flooded her ears,
but the only thing she felt
in her eyes were tears.
Harsh words ringing louder
than the bombs bursting in air.
The chaos escalating the fight
that simply one kiss could repair.
He had had enough,
leaving her naked in hand.
As she stared into the sky,
unable to stand.
The stream of water on her cheeks became visible
as sparks of light blanketed the sky.
And suddenly she had forgotten
why she began to cry.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
It's intoxicatingly exciting:
Heartbreak.
Breathing quickens.
Heart races.
Mind wanders.
Just to feel alive
The feeling that incarcerates your being
when all you can hear are footsteps fading into the night.
Helpless.
Adrenaline filled.
Two disturbing questions dominating your thoughts:
Will he come back?
Do I deserve this?
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Plans.
Out of my hands
for my own life,
causing strife.
Perfection.
19, still being shown direction
for my own life,
causing strife.
Unhappiness.
Utter distress
over my own life,
causing strife.
Control lacks.
Demanding it back,
for my own life,
No more strife.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
They ask why my eyes
stare blankly into space,
and why no emotions
blanket my face.
My walls reach higher,
my skin grows rough,
my smile turns dull.
My heart has had enough.
Silence fills conversations,
sadness glazes stares.
Fear fiercely pushes away
any person who cares.
I don't understand
why I feel this way.
For I tell them to leave,
yet I long that they stay.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
He once said he valued our love
too much to fight.
So he'd swallow his pride,
and tell me I was right.
He now screams violently
until his voice becomes sore.
And I tell him he's right,
because I love him more.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Weights.
One thousand weights
resting on the heart,
until it breaks.
So heavy,
yet so hallow.
Tears yearn to emerge,
but they're swallowed.
Happiness, peace, effort,
exerted into the world.
Nothing left
for the girl.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC