filled with ache
sorrow seeps into
hollow places
sadness
sets up camp
for an indefinite
spell
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
the sky is fogged as is my head
hazy and blurred I cannot see what's ahead
what lies in the future and what's here in the present
tonight the moon won't be full, it will be nearly as empty as I; crescent
I've begun to think that maybe the fog is you
so long as you're in my head I will be dazed and confused it's true
I'm not sure what I'm saying I'm not sure what I'm doing
it's you it's you it's you it's you
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
I wish that youd look at me the way you look at her and not the way that I look at myself.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
you,
are the only one
who can make me cry
at 3:38 in the morning
but still make me want
to kiss you.
you,
are the only one
who i let
build me up
when i know that you'll be
the one to tear me apart.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter
the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile
they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world
they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you
but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.
j.f
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
less then five minutes ago you told me that you couldn't speak to anyone without being judge, but i changed that. that i am your best friend.
but we are friends
that's what i said
that's what i want
is friends
but i want more then friends
i want best friends
with you
oh why does life do this
tell you that you want one thing
and you really want the other
but now i need to choose,
which is it that i need?
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
what the **** are we?
you tell me we're best friends
that i can tell you anything
and you can tell me.
not once have you told me you loved me
not once have you hugged me.
we don't see each other any where except school
is it cause you have no one else to walk with?
to talk with?
well i'm sorry
cause i can't sit here and tell you my deepest secrets
when you can't tell me your friends name.
i'm not going to sit here and call you my best friend
when you can feel us drifting
and i can feel us drifting.
so friends is what we are
and friends is what we'll be.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
one pill
two pills
three pills
four.
how many more
before i hit the floor?
five pills
six pills
seven pills
eight.
i think that i
can already see the gates.
nine pills
ten pills
eleven pills
twelve.
this war is ending now,
the one with myself.
thirteen pills
fourteen pills
fifteen pills
sixteen.
sorry mom
i'm a ****** up queen.
seventeen pills
eighteen pills
nineteen pills
twenty.
wait,
how many?
twenty one pills
twenty two pills
twenty three pills
twenty four
and now i am asleep
upon the floor.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
"you've gotten bigger."
you say to me
as we eat at the same tree
that we have eaten at since grade 7.
"your hair looks horrible"
you say to me
as we get ready to go
to his party.
"your acne is coming back"
you say to me
as we get ready for prom
and our dates.
and one day
i skip lunch
and you ask why
and i shrug.
and one day
i curl my hair for the first time
and you as why
and i shrug.
and one day
i wear lots of make up
and you ask why
and i shrug.
but that night
i slit my wrist
and swallowed pills
instead of dressing up.
why you might ask?
because i'm horrendous
inapplicable
disgusting.
don't you remember
the days you reminded me?
well here you go.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
so i fake another smile
and blink away the tears
i'm supposed to be strong
i'm supposed to have no fears
but the tears just keep rolling
it's so hard not to drown
i'm such a strong person
why am i breaking down?
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC