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I love you because you make me the happiest person in the world. I love you because talking to you makes me both nervous and comforted at the same time. I love you because there is no one who I would rather be with everyday. I love you because you are you. I love you because of your eyes that know what I'm thinking, before I say it. I love you because of your intoxicating laugh. I love you because of your goofy hair that my hands get lost in. I love you because you are you. I love you because of your adorable love of controller designs. I love you because of your hilarious YouTube channel. I love you because of your old costumes. I love you because you are you. I love you because of the way you make me feel. I love you because you make me forget all of the things that hurt me. I love you because being with you is a dream that I never want to wake up from. I love you because you are you. There will never be an end to the reasons I love you because there are a million ways to combine all the words in the English language. Add all of the other languages in the vast world we live in, and you have an infinite amount of ways explaining how I feel about you. Even then it wouldn't be enough. You're my favorite person in this universe, and in all of the others. I love you.
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
Proof
You've spent so many hours, So many days, wasting your time and tears On a different kind of idiot. You doubted yourself And hated yourself Because your father Didn't cherish you. It's time for the pain to stop. It's time for you to realize How amazing you are. It's time for you to stop being a victim, And start being a fighter. Show him how wrong he is. Showcase all of the fantastic things that you do. Make him regret pushing you down. Make him jealous of the people in your life. Make him wish he would have stayed. Let go of the broken little girl, And make way for the strong queen That you have become. Dry the tears on your cheeks And make room for the smiles That will appear. Give yourself the love That he didn't give you. Some may think it's arrogance, Others, confidence... But you will know that what you Allow the world to see Is strength.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
To The Little Girls (P. 3)
Sometimes, I start to hurt just enough To where I feel nothing at all. Sometimes, My lungs feel like They're filled with fire. Burning me from the inside out. Sometimes, My poor, fragile heart Takes one too many hits, And beats toxic blood. Sometimes, I can feel the memory Of the once vibrant and beautiful Butterflies that used to reside within me. But now they're just Gone. Sometimes, I can't breathe. Sometimes, I can't see the beauty In breathing. Sometimes, I absolutely... Cannot... Breathe.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
Sometimes I Can't Breathe (p. 3)
Sometimes, I feel paralyzed With the heartache I feel. Sometimes, My mind doesn't stop jumping From conclusion to conclusion On why my friend didn't text me back. Sometimes, I genuinely cannot comprehend What I did, or do, That compels everyone to run When they see me. Sometimes, I hear that little voice in my head, Telling me exactly why They didn't want me in the group chat. Sometimes, I feel so suffocated with The feeling that no one Will ever want me. Sometimes, I feel like I'm drowning In the sea of self- doubt And self- loathing. ...
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
Sometimes I Can't Breathe (p. 2)
Sometimes, Like right now, I can't breathe. Sometimes I sit and stress About things that Engulf everything. Sometimes it's late at night And I have a test tomorrow, But that doesn't stop me From obsessing over my imperfections As I lie in my bed. Sometimes, My hands start to shake Because people ask me "What do you like about yourself?" And I have to really try to Come up with something. Sometimes, I can't see the light at the end Of that godforsaken tunnel. It's just a dark abyss that I Have no way of navigating. ...
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Sometimes I Can't Breathe (p. 1)
A Guide on Burning Emotions 1. Get your heart broken 2. Contemplate your existence 3. Vent to a trusted friend 4. Realize you both hate emotions 5. Utter two simple words: **** it." 6. Agree on a meeting spot 7. Meet at midnight (because that's when it hurts the most) 8. Hug each other 9. Dig out the shattered pieces of your heart 10. Lay them on the logs cut from behind the Heart- Breaker's house 11. Shed your final tears over the imbecile who didn't see your worth 12. Get the black matches that mirror your future soul 13. Both of you light a match by the tip of your painted nails 14. Light the place up
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
How to Burn Emotions, a Step by Step Guide
You've cried on the bathroom floor, Asking yourself why you weren't good enough. You've changed everything about yourself, Multiple times, Just to make him love you. But this wasn't for a boyfriend. This pain was endured for the one man Who was supposed to make sure That you were never hurt. All of this suffering was caused Because the guy that was supposed to be Your first love, Didn't deliver. The man who was supposed to make you Feel perfect... The man who was supposed to give you All of his love... The man who was supposed to tell you That there is nothing wrong with you... He failed.
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
To The Little Girls (P. 2)
This poem isn't one about boys. This poem isn't a tribute to the girls Who got their hearts broken by an idiot. But I pray for them too. This poem is not  plea for attention, This poem is not a bargaining chip. This is to the little girls who's Fathers hurt them more Than any boy ever could This is an ode to the girls who cry over An abandoned office. This is for the warriors who fought through the pain. You've wondered if it was your fault. You've wondered if there was anything You or anyone could've done. The nights you've seen pass by As you contemplate why he didn't stay Are countless. You've written poems about the Emptiness you've felt Because of his absence. You've rehearsed in your mind what it would Be like If he came back. You've thought about how it would be If life were perfect. ...
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
To The Little Girls (P. 1)