My insides melt when he smiles and his eyes flicker to mine unintentionally. It was a strange sensation, my heart stumbles for a moment and my stomach flips. I have to look away before I turn into a pile of goo. I wish I could face him, smile back just as brightly, I wonder if he would feel the same. Would his stomach flutter too?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Because I was born first I must always be well spoken
Because I was first born I have to take the first leap no matter how high the cliff is
Because I was first born I have to be both Dragon and Knight
Enemy and Defender
Obstacle and Protector
My shadow must cover her but let her light shine
Because she was born second she has to scream to be heard
Because she was born second she must make the biggest splash
Because she was born second she must fight the dragon and be its captive
She must shine so bright my shadow disappears
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Wait for me
Why? I've never understood why people would ask that... I mean if they really love you why must you physically tell them to wait for you? Had you not told them would they have left? And if they did then what was the point? Did they really love you at all... But what if you do tell them and you don't come back... Then what? You have just trapped them in a promise that will hurt them to keep, it will give them false hope that maybe you will come back if they wait a little longer just another day you will be back just wait a little longer till the years have gone by and they still lay in a cold lonely bed big enough for two still waiting so why? Why ask them to stay? Goodbye is to permanent and saying don't wait for me isn't an option because you do want them to stay then what do you say when you are on you're way what do you say?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
My bones are made of Iron
My blood is Ichor
My voice is Steel
And my Will is stronger still
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Preferring blue to green
to you is the same as preferring her to me
I don’t know if you can tell but I can see what you’re doing
It hurts but I try not to care
Why should I?
It’s not like I’m your first born
The reason you are a father in the first place
The one killing herself for the top grades
Eating herself to death to fill a hole you left behind
That doesn’t matter
No, not to you
Why would it?
I mean it’s no different from preferring sunny days to rainy days
It’s not like whenever you call I’m covering for her telling you she isn’t home
Because she doesn’t want to speak to you
Not like that at all
Because I don’t care
I really don’t not even a little bit
So continue to prefer her because I can tell you one thing
She sure as hell doesn’t prefer you
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
I’m glad to know my feelings don’t mean as much as yours
I’m glad to know that I can stand here and listen to your pain but you never remember mine
Glad to know I can talk you off the edge
Glad to know it won’t hurt you when I fall off my own
Glad to know that I won’t be missed
So happy that I can smile and cover up the pain
Happy that I can play second when I was here first
So ******* happy to know that I no longer mean as much
Glad to know I was useful in some ways
Glad to know that my guilt won’t affect you
So freaking glad that my problems are nothing unless they are getting in the way of me lifting you up
Glad to know that your head is above water even as I drown
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Flinching at the angry screams wondering if I should intervene
No one is as happy as they claim to be
And its starting to worry me
But what if I'm wrong jumping to wild conclusions
Creating problems where they don't need to be
Making things worse so I'll just leave it be
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
you want us to live in fear and we sure do
Parents scared to let their daughters go
worried they won’t come back or when they do they will be broken shells of who they were before
We travel in packs because we are scared that we will be cornered alone and unable to fight back
phones becoming extensions of ourselves because they might give us a fighting chance
Making excuses for those who do us wrong
and blaming us for what we wish we could change
We don’t like feeling weak
we don’t want to be at your mercy
We don’t have a choice
Till you give us a voice
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself
Cut me down?
I can go no further than the hell I have placed myself in
Lie to me?
I lie to myself everyday it is what keeps me sane
Hate me?
There is no bigger hatred than the one I bear for myself
Break me?
I am already dust
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC