No.
A year ago we were not in love.
We were just slipping out.
So why do you still cross my mind
Every time I look at the date?
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
I don't really write poetry
I only spill my thoughts across the page
In a way that looks pretty.
At least I'm honest.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
I don't want you to truly miss me
But sometimes I hope you think to yourself
"I wonder how she'd doing."
And click on that old page in the internet
that's never used anymore.
Or maybe even flip through some pictures.
I guess I really just hope
you haven't forgotten me completely.
At least remember the good times.
[Because I have not forgotten you.]
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
I heard about another tragedy today,
Turned on the TV to hear about hot yet another man [or three]
got his hands on a gun
that should have never been his.
12 people injured, 2 in critical condition
one of them no more than ten years old.
Never saw it coming on today of all days.
After all, they were gathered to celebrate some of the most amazing people.
I began to feel ill,
my stomach began to ache
and my head began to throb.
As if my body was trying to reject the cruelness of this world.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
I'm just a teenage girl
full of angst
and love
and tears
and lust
and hatred
and hope.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
I think I'm finally moving on from you.
I can hear our song on the radio,
and not burst into uncontrollable tears.
[but the achy is still in my chest]
I think I'm finally getting better.
I can see you with someone else,
and not hate her immediately.
[but I still feel slightly nauseous]
I think I'm finally getting over you.
I can look at old pictures,
without wanting to burn them.
[but sometimes I still shed a tear or two]
I don't miss you anymore.
[but I miss what we had]
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
I know its horrible cliche
to say this;
But I know we have out problems.
You can't keep you mouth shut
and I can't keep my room clean.
We fight and scream
[and sometimes even hit]
But when I come home from school
and we sit together to watch ****** TV
I rest my head on your shoulder
and remember how much
I appreciate you
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Sometimes I still see you
on the street
or in my dreams.
My, how you've changed
from that innocent
little girl.
Gone and changed your whole story
to impress
and repress.
It makes me want to scream,
"I know who you are
who you really are!"
But I don't,
Because you've already
forgotten me.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC