It seems as if I love someone new each week
Which is a little bit true.
But it's only because when I really love someone
I have to pass on through.
Otherwise I'd still be stuck on him,
The only one I love true.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
one of these days you'll get to class and look for me.
but you won't be concerned that I'm not there.
until our teacher behind to speak
with tears in her eyes.
and tells everyone I died.
you probably wouldn't believe it
because I've been better lately.
but then you'll realize
that I was the best at lies.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
Why is it confusing
To ask if you'll speak
To my face
Instead of behind it?
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
he apologized too many times
for her to believe it again
but she does
out of love for him
she'll never get back
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
she writes his name on cigarettes
so his name will be her dying breath
the only thought left for her tonight
is that each cigarette is a day off her life
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
when you look
into a mirror
and see your own
reflection
you don't see
the tears
you don't see
the kisses
you don't see
the drinking
used as an
escape
you don't see
the beauty
you don't see
the love
you only see
the scars
left behind
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
I remember when I first met you, there was a spark. I loved you, and though you didn't swing that way (your being gay and I being female) I wanted, above anything else, to be your friend. Over the span of three weeks, we ditched the "getting-to-know-you stage," as you phrased it, and I told you everything. I needed to tell someone everything, and I never realized that you didn't tell me anything of your own. Friendships, like all relationships, must be give-and-take. Rather, it was give-and-be-taken-from. But I didn't care... I needed to have someone know. And you listened to my depression and my problems and gave advice that was logical rather than what I wanted to hear, and I loved it. And we went to parties—my first, actually—and danced and held hands and I pretended. When I broke down on your shoulder at one in the morning you asked if you should come over, you offered to be there when my leg had been bleeding for an hour. But now it's gone. After four weeks of pure bliss, something went wrong. I don't tell you things, because you ignore me. I get along better with your friends than I do with you. And I hate it and I cry myself to sleep over it. Because I need you, not only to cry on, but as a friend. As a stable rock to lean on.
And you're gone now, like I will be soon.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
you said he had made you
demanded it
forced it to happen
but when i talked to him,
i heard the opposite
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
you were there at one am
when i was crying
and nearly dead
you came when i called
and held me and promised
it'd be okay and you'd listen and care
and now you're gone
and i'm in pieces
and you laugh
and scoff
and ignore
but i can't blame you
i did something wrong
i must have scared you off
it's my own fault
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC