He took a massive leap
And couldn't believe
That he died to fall damage.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 2:07 AM UTC
I just wanted to love someone
so much -
That I never learned to like anyone
She was dangerously close
like a molotov
to a dream.
The crease in her smile
From when she carried it closed
Or maybe from when
The one that last carried it for her.
There's a thorn in her paw;
That is a crucifix in her theart
and keeps her nailed to the pain.
It's a cross
between the love she has
for everyone
but herself,
and the hatred for me.
And I like it.
All of it.
Still though, I dream that she's in my bed
looking sweete than her taste for revenge,
it's 5 PM and she isn't wearing much
but she's in my bed, saying the things
that I need to hear,
which is just about anything at this point.
It's 8:30 pm, and I get my wake up call
and out the door I go, in my headphones go
the first thing I hear is Ed Sheeran
I hate that I enjoy his voice
because he's always ******* right
and he tells me "baby you look happier, you do"
well ****
"my friends told me, one day I'll feel it too"
and now I need a shot because ****
I really was happier with her.
7:15 in the morning
Don Quixote sits against my wall
I can't really hear his voice
but he says that it ain't right
to fight a windmill and lose.
and then he tells me
it ain't right for me and her
to be all we've ever been.
All I make is mistakes
I see them too, but it's always too late.
It's all I know how to do.
I know there's something wrong,
hence why I'm drunk when I write.
Sometimes I couldn't blink
or take a breath during those conversations.
There's so much I'm uncertain about
...so many questions
I'll never ask, again
I used to ask a lot, for someone.
not anymore.
not since i couldn't explain
what I couldn't explore.
but that thorn is still in her paw.
I wish I could've removed it.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Alex
Sat in her moms car
The pillow at the head of my bed
Had a note
"Be back in twenty"
So I waited
And we talked -
I didn't know,
My girlfriend hated me so much.
"The glass is always half full" .. were my words..
... and for seven months she smiled
Wishing in her mind, that I'd end it all
.. not the relationship, that is.
"Just ******* **** yourself" ...
And the glass smashed, right after that.
Alex was never half again.
The rough skin, didn't hide her beauty
The recently dyed, golden blonde hair
Eyes that captured the waves of the beach
Crystal clear, like the best of a summer day.
Alex was shy.
She even looked beautiful - truly
With a noose around her neck.
Hanging
Ballerina forever in thin air
Frozen in my mind's time
Thawing me
With her free twirl...
She was unbelievable.
My bedside table near
****
Beer,
And the sour patch kids she left for me.
Blur
and dust.
Dancing around
her.
What a ******* dream
it's almost a shame that they
Never come true.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Why can’t you text her 37 times?
In the last hour
Hell, add a couple of calls in between
Knowing that your numbers been blocked
And she’ll never see a single thing
You’re saying. They’re wasted words.
Feel good yet, loser?
****
Why can’t you check if she’s online?
On that stupid dating website,
Every few minutes.
Trying to figure out the exact moment,
She used it less, and put the pieces together
That she’s met someone else.
****
Why can’t you find that guy?
That she wouldn’t stop talking about,
Throughout your whole relationship,
And bash his ******* skull in,
With the sharpest edge of the rock
That you seen, while skipping them,
At that park…
You know the one with pond?
When you got ice cream and told her,
This was the happiest you’ve been in years.
You were just reminded of that day
Weren’t you?
****
Why can’t you let go?
Accept that it’s over, like she told you to,
Months ago while she hung around,
Just to keep you happy.
Even though,
She was always one step ahead…
Sadly, that foot was out the door.
****
Why can’t you move on?
You’re probably crying again as you read this.
It’s only the fifth breakdown today,
You’re adjusting to the feeling now right?
Maybe the next girl you blow it with will be the one!
There’s a cheerful thought.
But you’ll be too busy thinking about the last,
And you’ll **** it up,
Just like you’ve done, with everyone else since
That day she packed up and moved out.
Because nobody but her, can make you feel,
How she felt, along with those stupid 2pm calls,
When she was on break at work
So what if they woke you up?
That Is what kept you going, because
Her voice was music to your ears
When the rest of the world was nothing but noise.
****
After the realization hits that she was the one,
And you’ll never do better.
That You’re just a mentally ill, ex to her..
The one that she tells to every guy she meets,
How you would call 37 times in a row,
16 missed calls in the morning,
And a dozen emails you wrote during
Those key moments,
When everything was falling apart.
And because she wouldn’t reply once.
...You put the *** in harrassment...
You probably think you’re better off dead
Well, you’re right.
…. ****
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
All the nights of unpleasantries
will no longer keep me awake.
I will never again dream
of you by mistake.
I wish that you would die.
A freak accident leaves you paralyzed
maybe a piano from the window
That lives in the blue of my eyes.
Or maybe that "random" passing car
will clip you in the thigh
And you'd be left (like me)
alone; just to die.
You could paint the town red
with your angry tongue
but instead maybe if i cut it out
you'll finally listen instead.
In laymens terms, prepare to be hurt,
I'll smile as your body lies in the dirt.
And blood seeps into your shirt,
coloring the earth.
Your purpose has been confirmed.
**** you.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Right now, I'm here; stuck without her.
Empty, I could have the world,
but it's not enough, without her.
She's all I want. Even 4 days away feels like too much,
She had to leave, and now I miss her touch.
I miss her blonde hair, her stare, I miss her lust
I miss the love... ****
This is cliche, and I'll wear it out.
I can't convince myself to write anything else,
When this is all I care about.
I'll be grouped in with the lame poets.
The ones who never write or sing of laughter
I can only write of the one thing that matters
2 weeks before Valentines, and I already know
That I want you to be mine
... for the this one, and the rest of them.
I love you Alexandra
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
I just heard a poem today
About a man who was heart broken
And how he only thought about
The next guy kissing his ex;
Or how he wouldn’t lock the door
In case she came back.
And the people cheered..
He was amazing actually
So much emotion in his voice
And the people cheered..
There’s a fellow who entertains!
I could never do that;
So I envy him.
But;
I hope that person never has to suffer
Through sleepless nights
Hoping she finally calls,
Or seeing that new Facebook picture
Of her with another man,
Cuddled in the same bed I was in a
JUST a week prior
Kissing those lips, that tasted so sweet
When we last said goodbye,
Less than seven **** days ago!
I hope that person never has to heal
And spend his next 3 years, rejected
Rejected and rejected
By every single girl he finally falls for.
I hope that person doesn’t spend his days
Hoping that even once a week he can play
His favorite 2-player video game
With a woman who only wants to
Order some pizza afterwards; while
Cuddling up to a horror movie and a kiss,
Goodnight.
It’s easy to find a drinking partner
Or somebody who will take their clothes off
at midnight and be dressed fast enough
To catch the last train.
But wanting to hear about the person’s day
Or what their favorite novel is;
Their desires,
Their fears
Or why she has those scars
On that beautiful body.
Or why she doesn’t think she’s pretty
When to you she’s the prettiest girl
That you’ve ever cuddled up in bed with
While you watched her play Zelda.
Finding that is tough.
I hope that person is never me
Ruining every conversation going his way.
Trying so hard to keep her smiling,
While forgetting that he’s an *******
Who doesn’t know when to stop talking.
That he doesn’t make enough money
To take her out for a romantic dinner
Or that he can’t drive when she’s stuck
In the middle of nowhere; in minus 20 weather
I hope that person realizes
Writing at 4:30 AM, on a work night
Because another man’s poetry
Made someone else think of a girl
That he doesn’t deserve
And can’t have
Is exactly how some writers live.
And we just wish we were entertaining.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:44 AM UTC
Write about me
Tell me how your night isn’t complete
Without a goodnight phone call
Alongside a “sweet dreams” text;
And how it’s the only thing better
Than the good morning ones..
Write about me
Tell me how you hate that I stopped trying.
This other guy was never competition
You just wanted to see if I’d fight for you;
Please, make me feel like a fool
When you tell me how I failed your test
And only a dozen fresh Orchids
With a card quoting your favorite song
Would be enough to prove how serious
I am about you.
“There’s so much beauty in a storm”
Write about me
After that is said and done, watch as
I’ll dedicate hours trying to tell you
That it’s not because I don’t care
Or that none of what I said was real
It was just that;
Only that your happiness meant more
To me than mine ever could,
And I’d rather see you happy
With anyone else, than me failing
To put that beautiful smile
On the most deserving of faces..
Write about me
Tell me that it hurts when you hear me say
That I fear I’m not good enough
For a woman like yourself
In reality though - I mean you.
Your potential is limitless;
While I’m a work in progress
And you, princess. Don’t have the time
Or maybe even the will power
To build a man up to your level
When you deserve a golden crown
And a million peasants, kneeling
Before your throne, on which you proudly sit
While they beg for a minute of your time
You won’t write about me though
Because I’m aware none of this is true
My words may hold less meaning
Than I could even imagine,
But it doesn’t change the fact
This is what I want to hear.
“You owe me a poem”
You said to me.
What you didn’t know
Is that you already have two
That you’ll likely never see.
I promise this will be the last
(Unless you want more, that is)
(I)
I have no intentions
I don’t want a thank you
I want you to be happy
I want you to smile while reading this
And laugh it up at my expense
(It’s pretty cheesy right?)
But you’re the only one
That I sit here at 7 AM
Writing about
When we've hardly spoken
In 3 days
At the very least,
I hope it’s an ego boost.
“I love poetry” you said
And I love to write;
This one though,
Isn’t for me
It’s yours.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
Yesterday was not a fun day.
I saved the (my) world
but not the princess
She's on a different planet
Trapped in another castle.
Waiting for me
To fight my way through
Every demon that's ever
been in our way.
And I do promise,
that I'll break those shackles free.
I may not be your modern day Mario
but there's no Bowser this time -
I wouldn't be scared if there was.
Because; Zelda. Meet your Link
The Master-sword on my back means
There's no challenge I won't accept.
That I won't over-come.
Yes, she might be an angel
Sent down the heavens.
But me? I am Kratos.
The God of War.
So you can bet your ***
I will destroy every thing
In my path towards her,
and nothing will stop me.
She doesn't even know she's a princess
It's your classic tale.
*Yet I wouldn't have it any other way,
Meet your knight in shining armor.*
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
I hurt her once
and I'll never do it again.
I am not an addict with pills or coke.
I am not a failure or an addict to gambling.
I am an addict on a worse thing; a person.
She's a piece of art
every cat fur on those black pants
resembles one boy who wanted her
every scar on her wrist
is one boy who hurt her.
though;
I don't know where my spot is
it could be a scar on her wrist
or a piece of glass
stuck in her heel.
It could be the star in the sky
that she stares at
through her window
on a lonely night
hoping that one day
her wish finally comes true.
I could be the cold breeze
seeping through the open window
making her wish, another boy
was there to share is warmth.
So I'll cry myself to sleep
and hope tomorrow that I change.
Overthinking does that.
I don't want to be a scar
I don't want to be a piece of glass.
I don't want to hurt her
ever again.
I made that mistake once.
Now all I want, is to be...
The ring on her finger.
The reason behind her smile
the breeze on a hot summer day
and she's more than happy to have me
she's grateful.
I want to be the guy
tagging her in cute pictures
saying that's my babygirl.
*That was for the readers
this ones for you.*
I'll show you this poem
and you'll wonder why I wrote it.
"You know I love you"
and I know it's true.
But nothing says I want you back
like a poem with her name on it.
you might be a princess
But I'm not Mario
and this is the right **** castle.
I'm not leaving
without you be my side.
I love you.
I hurt her once
and I'll never do it again.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC