The purpose of this poem
Is to let you know that the pools of water
That form in the corners of my eyes
Are not as shallow as you think they are;
And besides,
People have died
From drowning in puddles.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
my heart was your punching bag.
and even now, the bruises are still visible
to others, attempting to turn over my hollow remains,
stumbling upon
the wreckage you left behind;
but after each swing,
you would uncurl your fists,
wipe my cheeks roughly,
and insist that my scars
were just marks of you loving me too hard.
but,
i know it’s not your fault;
they blame you for throwing punches
when boxing gloves were forced upon your fingers.
if only i had been there sooner,
to teach you how beautiful hands can be
when they aren’t trying to destroy something.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
i am made of flaws,
stitched together by good intentions;
but it’s hard to stay intact, when you constantly rip at my seams.
you pull and tug, until i become unravelled,
and i'm just a piece of string,
that you shove in your pocket.
and, much like string, i'm useless on my own;
i need to tie myself to someone.
but you and i, tied ourselves together too quickly
and, like my hair that you always nagged me to brush,
we became more knotted, more tangled with time.
but as time went on, we insisted that we were fine,
we could just use our fingers;
but it wasn’t until we stood at the mirror,
staring at our own matted destruction,
that we realized:
no comb could possibly be strong enough
to make us beautiful again.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
the reason i don't keep in touch
is because it reminds me how much i miss you
it's much easier to live without you
than to have you so fleetingly
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
i want to write this poem
because i am afraid to tell you that i think you're beautiful
and if you looked closer, maybe you'd see
that i could be exactly what you need,
if you could only let yourself have it
my mind drifts back to you,
more than i care to admit,
and i don't let myself wonder if i ever cross your mind;
i already know the answer
so, i'm waiting on a someday that is bound to disappoint me;
you are my sea
and yes, i am your rock
but there are lots of rocks in the ocean
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
to be quite honest,
i've never felt this way before.
and this seems odd because i've had
boyfriends in the past
short-term, long-term,
nice ones, mean ones,
young ones, old ones,
but my heart has never thumped this loudly
while waiting for a text
my grin has never been this wide
while talking on the phone
and my head has bombarded me with thoughts of
countless boys before,
but this time, i haven't figured out
how to stop thinking about you
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
when i met you, it was easy
we were young
love
what is that?
neither of us knew, but
we taught each other
and now we know
do we know?
four years together
would make it seem like
we do know what love is
after all, i love you
i loved you
do i still love you?
i think i loved you
four years ago
four months ago
four weeks ago
four days ago
but you see,
i met him
three days ago
and now i am not sure.
and
now you want me again
but only because
he wants me too
four days ago,
those three words
probably would have been enough
but four days ago
you were on my mind before i went to sleep
and now you're not
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
love
is not easy
to let go of
but how do you choose
between an old love
guaranteed
and a new love
maybe
it's too big a risk
and i'm afraid to make the wrong choice
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
my mom always told me i was lazy
she was right; i never wanted to clean my room
or make my bed
or do my homework
i just wanted to go on the computer
or watch tv
or hang out with friends
because i wanted to be happy
and doing chores didn't make me happy
so when i went to college
i didn't clean my room
or make my bed
or do my homework
all i did was go on the computer
or watch tv
or hang out with friends
because i finally was on my own and had the chance to be happy
but rather than getting happier, my heart got heavier
things went from okay to bad
and then bad to worse
and now i'm tired
mom, you were right; i'm lazy
there are things that i don't want to do
because they are too much work
like cleaning my room, making my bed, doing my homework,
and waking up tomorrow morning
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC