It's not him I cry over
It's the principle of it all
Failure after failure after failure
I won't find what I'm looking for
Don't tell me not to worry
As you answer your lover's call
They may say I'm beautiful
But clearly that's not enough
I'm tired of being ****** around
Always the initiator
Can I just find someone to want me?
Can I please just find love?
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
I love you.
Let's make that clear.
It's not because of you
That I stay away.
Though, I do have my reasons.
Sometimes I forget
Your unsung innocence
Caught up in gossip
Tearing apart your mother
I just can't trust her
My mother demands
Begs me to call yours
But if you knew her
Years ago, before you
You'd know why I make excuses
But when I see you
Wiggling in wonderland
My heart breaks
I can't enjoy your presence
Through all this distrust & angst
So, I'm sorry, love
But I need to see a change
In your airheaded mother
But I do love you.
Let's make that clear.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
Your first position of power
Feeling you don't get the respect
You think you deserve
I almost pity you
Treating us like dogs
But with a guise of politeness
"Ma'ams" and "pleases" can't hide your contempt
Your patronizing tone washes it all away
Doctors bark at you, you say?
Patients don't respect you?
Poor you, you deserve the world
Right, try being us for a day
Your lying mouth never stops
Complaining, explaining
As if we're completely ignorant
As if we can fix your problems
Your favorite activity
The one at which I roll my eyes
Is telling us how much you hate
The profession YOU chose
Perhaps you're just upset
That all our young minds
Can change our paths
Nothing for us is set in stone
Condescending, you sneer
"I am your boss"
***** you've been here
Less time than I have
What gives you the right
To judge these people?
Sure, they're self-entitled
Demanding and belittling
But have you looked in the mirror lately?
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
You're good at sleeping all day
Just like your mother
Looking so much like my brother
So new to this world
So soft, you cry
A single shout
Or three, like you're laughing
God, how I love you
I think of all that
You'll be and I'm overwhelmed
I cry, so happy for you
What a prince you'll be
My lips touch your face
Your granny speaks of your soul
So new, fresh from heaven
I had no idea, no idea
How strong my love would be
For you, tiny saint.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
Tearstained cheeks and a broken smile
It's what I've been wearing for quite a while
Because I'm just so **** confused
And with you I can't say I'm amused
"I like his friend," I say with a guilty air
I'll send us to ruins, no surprise there
My days will be stuck in a funk
While yours will be lowly and drunk
I wasn't made to break hearts, you know
With my hands on yours, I'm taking it slow
Who knows, maybe I've got feelings left
But I think they're gone in a blonde theft
As I sit and ponder, all the fears just swirl
And with a sad song they pour out of this girl
A few tears and a wide array
Of pictures, memories and a few great days
I've remorse for the times I've not been true
And all the faults I tried to give you
If this does end, I hope we're both happy
It was never you, it really is me
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:31 PM UTC
Growing old at seventeen,
my future’s sneaking up on me.
I dont wanna continue, gotta be cautious.
Just thinking about it makes me grow nauseous.
On the floor, a flurry of darkened pages.
Tallying up the waste of my life’s wages.
On a sea of flattend trees I’ll float,
putting stamps on my suicide notes.
You tell me I’ve got talent, is it true?
It won’t appear on a different spinner’s loom.
A lack of inspiration holds me in duress,
I’ll give it to those who’ll clean up my mess.
You can fight; in whose ground lies the fault?
I’ll take all your words with a grain of salt.
Around my quiet castle I’ll build a moat,
and in the mail you’ll find my suicide notes.
A beauty in the eyes in your sockets,
yet there’s no picture to fit in my locket.
An agreement to fill a gaping spot,
I always fill that of second best, do I not?
Let out a laugh, you’d never believe this.
Tears cover your face in a fine mist.
Glancing out at the building snow,
Your white knuckled hands crush my suicide note.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:28 PM UTC
For every one in a star-crossed pair
For every Juliet with her eyes on Romeo
There’s one somber, solitary figure
That dreams of holding love close
I’ve been told that I’m a goddess
Something mentioned only yesterday
My dominion, then, must be love
Unrequited, every step of the way
Pretend like you know me
Pretend like you’re true
Pretend like you love me
And I’ll pretend that he’s you
Oh, the make-believe in every story
When love’s sight is suddenly cleared
The ones you find your head in hands
And smiling through your tears
One gets good at changing the subject
And quickly damming up the seas
When another questions and worries
As to why, at night, you bleed
Pretend like you know me
Pretend like you’re true
Pretend like you love me
And I’ll pretend that he’s you
The pain is quiet, you toss and turn
And demons plague until you can’t sleep
In the stillness is a whisper,
’Take me away to fields of wheat.’
Rejection, at length, gets cumbersome
Hill after hill on a lonely trail
While strong eyes can bear the stares
The heart, inside, is frail
So pretend you can smile
Pretend you’re not blue
Pretend that you don’t care
And I’ll pretend I love you
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
Everyone knows that we’re racist
Everyone expects us to hate
But what they expect of us more
Is that we clean our plates.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:23 PM UTC
My voice comes out in twos and threes
I see your face in leaves on trees
Eyes behind me I can't recognize
Since that night I tell no lies
Days and nights to swallow pills
A silent love song that slowly kills
With shaking knees I feel the shame
For anything wrong, I am to blame
Your head on mine, my nerves on fire
Clothed in shadows, I walk the wire
Beginner's luck, I am a klutz
Something better than painted-on cuts
Small-town feast, we tread the outskirts
I feel privileged to be the first
Pink and green and brown, our eyes
I hate it most when we exchange goodbyes
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:20 PM UTC
Streetlights click off one by one
The fog departs
Misty morning chills me
I can look straight at the sun
Dewdrops scatter from my windshield
The **** crows five times
I stretch my arms, touch the sunrise
The day begins
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:17 PM UTC