Him leaving,
It’s going to hurt.
It’ll burn and sting.
It’s going to hurt.
He will build you up,
Like Lego blocks,
Just to tear it all down,
It’s going to hurt.
He will convince you he loves you,
Say all the right things,
And he’ll still leave
And it’s going to hurt.
You will lay awake gasping at night,
While he sleeps,
While he dreams,
It’s going to hurt.
And I was expecting it too.
What I didn’t expect,
was that I Loved him more than I loved myself.
What I didn’t expect,
Was that I had planned for a future with him.
What I didn’t expect,
Was that it would hurt,
It would hurt so bad,
It killed me.
It killed the girl I used to be.
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 12:11 AM UTC
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes
Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test
Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 7:57 AM UTC
She's written with crimson red blood,
Unceasingly flowing
From her invisible cuts.
Dressed with carefully picked enthralling wordsー
Seemingly fitting, seemingly perfect
But as you read between the lines,
You'll be wrapped with her gloomy wilting vines.
She could either be a riddle
And leave you bewildered,
Or she could be an answer
And shed light upon you.
For she's a sad poem
But beautifully written.
©kg
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.
Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.
Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.
You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."
It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
Bones,
Delicate, slender, beautiful.
Cheek bones,
That encase a beautiful face,
A glowing smile highlights those bones,
With a tint of pink.
Collar bones,
Which lead to big beautiful *******
That are **** and hold a head up high.
Ribs,
**** little bones, peering right through the skin
Showcasing every small gasp,
Every small breath.
Hip bones,
A product of a flat stomach,
Sharp and beautiful,
Something he can grab tenderly.
Knobby knees,
That have a gap between them,
A gap for someone to fit in.
And long spindly fingers,
Cold to the touch.
Bones,
I want to see them,
I want to touch them,
Caress them with a tenderness never shown to me,
Then perhaps, when I can touch the fragility of my bones, under my skin
Will I be happy with my body, with myself
No longer will I be the girl needing to lose weight,
I will be beautiful, wanted, cared about
Perhaps, even people will see how fragile I truly am,
Perhaps someone will look after me, finally.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
Eyes flutter while heads pound,
Memories come flooding in,
Someone else in the bed,
Soft smirks, asking how it was,
How what was?
Heart and head pounds,
Memories go blank,
Except small struggles,
Soft drunken no's, that go unheard,
Still touching, no stopping, please stop,
Blank,
Enough, smile,
It was good, it had to be,
Small nagging feelings,
Ignore, ignore, go away,
Nothing happened,
Everything stills,
Voices heard, but not recognised,
Shapes and shadows,
Nothing real, nothing happened,
Silent screams, as the world moves,
World moving, but I am not moving with it.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
It starts out slowly
At first, you don't even notice it
You're busy, you'll do it later
But as more time passes you eat less and less
You begin making excuses
You ate a lot yesterday
You're fine.
One day, you lose "control."
The hunger gets the best of you.
You eat and eat and eat
Soon after, the tears begin pouring down.
And so you'll sneak to the bathroom,
maybe stick your toothbrush or finger,
down your convulsing throat.
You relieve yourself of the pressure, the guilt,
and the contents of your stomach all at once.
But they begin to notice.
You lose an unusual amount of weight and it all comes falling down.
You hear the words... but your ears refuse to hear..
"..nervosa"
"bulimia"
"anorexia"
Bits and pieces.
But you're fine, right?
Ana is your friend.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Why did you eat that?
Don't you know
You're already fat?
Everyone is staring,
At the way your skin
Is swelled and sagging.
No one wants you,
With all that extra cargo
You look 200 pounds.
Put the food down
And go for a run --
You look disgusting.
Why did you eat that?
Don't you know
You're already fat?
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Dreaming of walking model thin
Unaware she's bones and skin
She lives in a damaged brain
Drowned from her vomiting pain
Her insecurity torn up her mind
Left her bulimic and mentally blind
Always hugging her toilet beside
Half dead from purging her soul inside
Crying because her ugly reflection
She won't give up until she's perfection
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
Nobody noticed it at first
How she was losing weight by the minuet
“I’m not hungry” she always said
But I could see through her little white lies
Because little did she know
But Ana and I were also friends
Mia was my friend as well
Ana told me to skip meals
Mia told me to purge when I didn't
They say,
Hungry to wake,
Hungry to rise
Makes a girl a smaller size
“I’m not hungry” she says
She rehearses that same line everyday
Along with her fake smile
Because she can almost convince others
But convincing herself if the hardest part
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC