I wore a scarf for a year to make my words warm for you
t h a t s a l i e n o i d i d n t . . .
i wore your sweater for a month so i smelled like you
j k y o u s m e l l l i k e c h e e z i t d u o s . . .
I kissed you while you were sleeping so you would dream of me
a h a h a y o u t h o u g h t . . .
I love you
l m a o o o o o o . . .
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
why does red,
the color associated with anger,
also the color of passion,
fate,
and love?
asking a child,
one whom has never fell in love,
nor seen true love,
in their existence-
(now you wait little miss,
your parents are in love,
are they not?)
-you'd be wrong to assume,
my mother loved my father,
anymore, that is...
love is dead,
my mother hummed to him,
our love is dead
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
I wanna change the way I look,
the way I feel,
the way I am.
I've started drawing all over,
my arms,
and legs,
and wrists,
because the blade is no fun.
I'm drinking more water,
clearing my skin,
fixing my appearance.
I get looks,
I get comments,
I get praise.
I do, however,
miss the old me,
that me had more fun.
The old me didn't sleep,
always ate,
never worked out,
played video games,
drew on thier arms,
legs,
face,
body.
The old me is gone,
because everyone else likes,
the new me,
oh so,
very much,
more
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
He feels dead, but here he is
Fixing her dress, saying she looks fine
He wipes the tears, from her eyes
She looks beautiful, he insists.
Now this man wasn't very happy,
His crush (for 3 years) is getting married,
But there he is,
Walking her down the aisle.
He was the man,
who walked her down.
He was the priest,
who blessed their marriage.
He was the man,
who patted the groom on the back,
said, "Treat her well."
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
my hands are
red
my lips are blue
yet i'm still
longing for you
cause you made my
heartbeat
more than it used to
now it slowly
s l o w l y . . .
going
away
flat line
i think she's gone by now
i don't know why
we tried
there won't be miracle
to save me now
im gone
g o n e . . .
you
look
like
you
saw
a
ghost
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
no matter what,
whether it be over the phone,
in person,
by note,
by mutual understanding,
you will leave.
i ask when you will,
cause i'd like a warning,
before my world,
crashes around me.
i ask if your happy,
do you like me,
am i clingy,
should i be more involved,
am i annoying,
why do you like me,
what's your favorite color,
middle name,
dream,
asperation,
favorite food,
just to hear your voice.
you make me feel secure,
safe,
and alive.
without warning,
leaving me out of the blue,
i'll feel cold,
alone,
and dead,
in a matter of 30 seconds.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
I got beat
for getting a D
a nod for a C
an empty "good job" for a B
and a "that's what you should get
every day, all the time,
what do you want? A good job?"
for an A
I couldn't get your approval
After 6 years
I still can't get your approval
So I did something,
to get your attention
I drew blood.
In front of you.
You threw me another knife.
"Is it worth it?"
"Your begging for attention."
So I continued.
Until I passed out.
I woke up.
You screamed.
You slapped me.
You said that was useless.
You said I was mental.
I tried speaking up for myself.
You slapped me again.
No matter what I do.
I will never satisfy you.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
i keep a notebook
this is my notebook
filled with everything
and anything
i write
and i sob
while keeping a straight face
i let my depression speak
my blue pen touches paper
it bleeds through
i keep a notebook
this is my notebook
filled with notes
and snide remarks
i write
and i bite my lip
as my anger takes my place
red over white
he writes in cursive
i had a notebook
it was my notebook
filled with math equations
and reasons to live
i wrote
and i felt
as my emotions took over
as the smoke of burning memories
touches the clouds
i had a rope
and it was my rope
i had an apple tree
and it was my apple tree
i had a life
and it was my life
i had
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
run until your legs break
run until your heart aches
run until you see the light and drop to darkness
then wake up
and run again
running makes me wheeze
running makes me hurt
running
until
i
can't
run
anymore
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
i met you once before
at a party, nothing more
after that party i forgot you
your face
your name
you
i don't have dreams
i never do
they
really have nothing to do with you
just wanted to let you know
then i saw you again
you weren't different
i dont think
you flirted
i played along
i sang a song
with a snickers bar
and danced with you
around the room
you picked me up
spun me around
when you put me down
i wanted to frown
but that was fun
the fun is done
well not yet
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC