I struggle to find,
normalcy.
I either am abstract,
or elementary.
I either leave everything I love,
or suffocate it.
I either idolize myself,
or want harm in ways I can't admit.
I either reject everything,
or copy,
copy,
copy,
copy,
copy.
?
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Tell me what I did wrong,
Was it the way I laugh at the wrong times?
Or maybe the way I just see smiling faces?
I don’t know.
I’m moving cinderblocks,
and you’re moving dandelions.
Why don’t you love me?
Grey consumes my life-
I thought you would be a definite,
I was wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
When I was young,
I thought love was stupid.
Why attach yourself to someone with such,
aggression,
adulation,
addiction?
Someone gifted me attention,
though,
and I fell in this love.
I’m still not certain whether I was in love,
with you,
or the words you said.
But I was in the worst sort,
of love.
They didn’t love me in return,
I tried to convince myself that was fine,
I don’t need to be in love,
That’s when I learned.
I learned why love poems exist,
They aren’t for the lover,
No one wishes that type of embarrassment.
They’re for the author,
Because no one will ever know,
What your love feels like.
Except for you,
Only you.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC