It's strange,
The things that fuel us, that make us strong.
The things that make us feel strong.
The things that make us feel better.
These things can be deceiving.
These things can change our lives.
It feels as if these things change us.
It feels as if they change who we are.
One person can make all the difference in your life.
One person can change the way you think.
They can change your perspective on life, on your future, on yourself.
How do we know if these people are supposed to remain in our lives?
How do we know if this change is good?
It sure feels good.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
I'm sorry.
I know our relationship has been failing.
Slowly sliding down the hill and neither one of us cares.
we really don't care.
I wish you would have known.
Known when to say when.
Known when you couldn't take anymore.
I thought you knew.
I am here for you now.
I'm the only one you need.
Embrace me.
Love me.
Feel my presence.
I care.
I care jess.
So do you.
I know it.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
Fragile.
So very delicate.
Like the Angel placed at the top of the tree.
She watches over everyone, and makes sure they are okay.
She makes sure everyone is happy and safe.
There is no one to watch over her.
She is too fragile.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Just tryin not to **** my life up.
I've worked to get this far.
Tried my best to see the best but you lead me to the dark.
You won't **** my life up.
You're the devil in disguise.
Someday I hope you see the light and find a brighter life.
I refuse to **** my life up.
Im off to better things.
Continue to **** yourself up.
I won't sit and take the sting.
You can no longer hurt me.
These emotions they are mine.
Im on to better things.
Without you I am alive.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
The most suspicious people are the guiltiest themselves.
The ones who hurt the most learn to trust again because they're been hurt.
They believe in love because that's how they were hurt.
The guilty ones are hopeless.
They do not deserve love.
They will ****** and scrape every last bit of happiness you have and take it for granted.
They will blame you for their actions.
They will hurt you because they secretly know the pain that they have caused.
They put that pain on you.
They are suspicious of you because they themselves are guilty.
Never trust the suspicious ones.
Never.
I hope you can learn to trust.
Because love is trust and the guilty don't love.
Don't love the guilty ones.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Why is it seen as a bad thing when a woman believes that she is beautiful?
My entire life I knew I was pretty.
I never felt like I was beautiful.
When I express to you that I am confident in my looks you say you're done with cocky girls.
Why is this a bad thing?
Why is this not celebrated ?
It took me only a trauma event, an eating disorder and a few bad break ups to feel this way.
And I am happy.
And I am beautiful.
I am beautiful.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
I wish I could say you are a piece of me.
I wish I was a piece of you.
I don't know if I ever was.
Did I make it up?
Was I wrong?
The distorted thoughts consume me but contain the most vulnerable memories I have.
I was never a piece of you.
This is where I was wrong.
I let myself believe in a person that I knew didn't want me.
I knew you didn't want me.
It was clear.
The distortions that I believed became me.
They became my "love" for you.
I did not love you.
I can truly say you were a piece of me at one point in time.
When I barely knew you.
When I didn't know the true monster you are.
The manipulative soul that I let take mine.
The manipulative soul that I let manipulate me.
I let you consume me.
Every part of me.
Destroyed.
When you were a part of me I couldn't get enough.
It was nothing like the nights I lay crying in your bed.
The nights I lay crying in my bed.
The days I lay crying in my bed.
The entire days that I cried.
Too many wasted tears.
I had hoped you wouldn't waste them.
I hoped they would fix you.
I hoped they would make you want to fix youself, for me.
I was wrong.
You haven't been a part of me since I relied on you.
It's hard for me even to remember when I could do that.
It's hard to recall the times you were actually there.
You actually did care.
But you were not invested.
You never let me become a part of you.
And I will not be consumed in these distortions any longer.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
The words snaked around my neck.
Suffocating me.
****
The way you made me feel.
The games.
The bruises?
That night.
That knife.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
I've never written a happy poem.
I've tried, and stopped.
It always felt fake, cheesy.
I've come to realize that I do not need to express the things that make me happy in order to write a happy poem.
I do not need to make metaphors for the joys in life.
I have joys.
I know this.
I have yet to write a happy poem.
But I feel happy.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
I never knew this could feel so good.
When you said you didn't want me anymore I thought you were lying.
I thought you were trying to push me away because you didn't want to hurt me anymore.
I thought you wanted me to feel better.
I know now that is not what it was.
When you said you didn't want me anymore I told myself you did. I rolled in the thoughts of eventually getting you back.
He just needs a break.
He will realize I'm the one for him.
No.
When you said you didn't want me anymore I told myself I wouldn't talk to you.
You're lying. Pushing me away.
He can't possibly push me away.
You know this.
I love you.
Anger.
Tears.
Pain.
What am I even doing?
I do not love you!
When you said you did not like me anymore, finally.
The truth.
No more fear.
Im free.
I never knew this would feel so ******* good.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC