And I think I’ve finally fallen out of love
But what’s interesting is
I still love him but
I am no longer in love with him
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.
As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.
You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.
Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.
Although the last sentence
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.
Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.
You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book
Was your favorite story
All along.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
He’s a **** they said
He’s inconsiderate they said
He’s shallow they said
Give it a week
You’ll hate him they said
But they were wrong
He wasn’t a ****
He truly thought it was the right thing to do
He wanted me to be ok
He wasn’t inconsiderate
He didn’t want me to suffer more
And he thought I would if we dragged it on
He wasn’t shallow
He cared
He cried when we broke up
And I’ll never hate him
It will take me a long time to get over him
And a part of me will always love him
And I wanted to hate him
I wanted to be ****** off
I wanted to not want to see him again
And I couldn’t
I couldn’t hate him or be ****** off or not want to see him
I loved him
And I wanted to be friends
But I had to keep telling myself
It will hurt a thousand times worse to be just friends
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
I never knew that someone who made everything in my world a little brighter would be the reason my world went completely dark.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
I was always told
That love was sparks and flames
Skies full of fireworks
That scream out their name
But love is much better
It’s an beautiful vast ocean
A beach where everything
Moves in slow motion
When you go to this beach
You are scared to get in the water
You are scared of jellyfish stinging
And ***** pinching harder
But once you get in
You never want to leave
You’re pulled in by the current
And there is a pure kind of peace
A peace that is joined
By a large crashing wave
It is chaos joining the peace
And they become one in the same
In love you find yourself drowning
And begging for air
But even as you suffocate
You want to stay there
You can’t give up this new feeling
It’s love that swallows you whole
It lures you with chaotic peace
Drowns you and takes your soul
Love is not fire works
It’s not sparks and it’s not flames
Love is not that simple
The ocean is not that tame
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Drip
Drop
Trip
Fall
Tears steamed down my face
My life was starting to change
People say they're always there
But when I need them
They disappear
I'm starting to feel
Really alone
When no one bothers
To pick up the phone
And when I do hang out with friends
I'm faced with the stress
That is my parents
My parents think I'm always gone
They say I don't help
They don't realize I try to help
But usually homework is keeping me
Sometimes I think they deserve
To be told that they don't help
My life has slowly been flipped over
And small things make me sob
But they don't seem
To ever notice that I'm about ready
To finally fall
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
My chest is caving in
And my arteries are clogged with
McDonalds filth.
And honestly,
Nothing makes sense
Anymore.
I have a lot on my mind,
And blood on my hands.
I'm not even sure
What I'm fighting for.
Girls want guys and
Guys want girls and
All I want to do is to
Stop wanting to hurl my
Homework at the wall in
Hopes of not being so
Stressed every single day of my life.
If Education nowadays didn't equal death then
Maybe I'd be more pro-school and less
Pro-meds.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Great Expectations
The moment after you were born
(which apparently was a great miracle)
they slapped your ***
took your footprints
wrote your name on an official certificate
wrapped you up and sent you home.
The doctors said you were healthy:
your parents said you were better than that.
And from then on you were to be exactly that.
Excellent in every way.
Tall.
Charming.
Wide-eyed.
Witty.
Strong.
Unbreakable.
A statue will be made of you.
Affectionately inscribed to
shine in the sun,
you've no need to know the darkness:
only the weak waste their breath
reveling in the moon,
howling the night away.
Great care was put into raising you.
You are not to take it for granted.
Do you not know how high
your parents had to fling you
for you to hit that pedestal so monolithic?
Expecting you to fly
without asking if you feared heights
or sought the soft grass instead.
Expecting you to eclipse the Sun
oh, so long you stared into it
asking how to fly so high
sun in your eyes
darkness burning in.
Expecting you to See the World
in all it's brilliant beauty
with those eclipses in your skull
with the abyss open eyes.
Given a pen to write great words
but I guess they never noticed
it had no ink.
Big bulging eyes expected to see everything.
Eyes taught to see the flaws in everything
eyes with nothing better to look at
but televisions and mirrors.
The bathroom mirror where you first realized
that you weren't good enough.
Hours spent staring at some ugly stranger
too proud for friends
too quiet for fame
too tired for talent.
A living collaboration of flaws
held together by bits of pasty skin
broken bones
and dark eye circles
by all the times you were called a failure
or all the times they said "you did your best"
but you called yourself a failure anyways.
Eyes like mirrors seeing eyes and windows
and eyes and glass barriers.
All those eyes swirling around you
seeing what they want to see,
you can only hope they don't see too much.
At least you've grown cynical enough
to know they're not looking for much to begin with
but even still your stomach grows weary.
Here you soar at the prime of your youth
surrounded by mirrors
eyes full of fluorescent lighting.
sleepy and stumbling.
Confused as to how anyone could
think of you as special and grand.
Confused at how everyone else is so much better
at simply living their lives.
Like they really didn't know that Life was
the hardest thing there ever is.
Words fallen upon distracted ears.
Eyes that are full of Life
but only the brighter half of it.
Eyes as windows staring at screens
texting all the silence away.
Eyes that are lost in Life
loving and living
taking every step forward
without feeling the weight to ask why.
Oh, and here you are,
sitting, perched on a street bench
watching the passer-bys go about their day.
Looking at those strange eyes
trying to see what they see.
Trying to see how anyone could fail to notice
that sad statue staring there.
All those times you watched
the ones you loved
stand in inconsolable silence
but if only you knew what to say...
...
Nights quiet
the sheen of the abyss reflecting their
sorrows back at them.
You found shelter in the darkest corner of existence
still expected to converse happily
still expected to live with a smile
still expected to hide your unfortunate understanding
of the way things really work
the lead role in the tragiccomedy of your own life
set on the absurd stage of our own gravity.
The gravity that is every day of your life
the aching in your bones as the alarm goes off
the stagger in your step as you stumble forward
the tears at night as you have to do it all over again.
The only thing temporary are those
crashing moments of happiness
that shine bright
but disappear with the thunder.
You're expected for great love
but you never expected the way your heart pounds
and your stomach turns
when you fight back the tears
standing naked there with your darkness hanging out.
Staring into a devastated face
seeing in perfect form a heart you've shattered.
It's like they don't know just how burdensome
these great expectations are.
But perhaps -- most importantly --
they don't understand
the beauty of a sunrise after a sleepless, crying night
or the gratitude felt from finding a legitimate hand to hold.
You are expected for great things,
but then again,
everyone thinks they are.
But you,
but me,
but all the rest of the people like us.
Let us leave this place
with the preoccupations and the pedestals.
Our bodies torn and torn again
worn down and weary but somehow
still stepping
strengthened by the expectations
we exchanged
for a peaceful sunset
and a good night's sleep.
For that little light
that we forgot shone
in these tired, confused, marvelous eyes.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
You know that feeling
Where you're always sad
And there's so many reasons why
That you don't know which one pushed you over the edge
That's how I feel all the time
You know how sometimes you cry
And people ask what's wrong
But your answer is so big
You can't answer
That's how it is every time I cry
You know that feeling
When you're working on something
And then there's so many other things
That you get get overwhelmed
What about those times
when you're so tired
But there's no time for sleep
And the caffeine stopped working
I know these feelings
I experience them far too often
So I'm sorry
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC