my dear, did i damage and fracture you,
after all the glowing conversations?
i can hope you know i never meant to
i curse my heart for lack of sensations
you were of cinnamon and pumpkin spice,
and i was of subtle cocoa and mint
you always thought mint chocolate was nice
i never felt the same about pumpkin
did my careful words graze your skin with blood,
because you saw me as aphrodite?
or did you view me as a spot of mud,
desperate to scrub off and make mighty?
did my lack of warm feelings pierce your heart?
or was love bitter and not sweetly ****
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
"it's not right,
you're sick and depraved,
you don't know anything,
it's disgusting,"
is what they all shouted at me
i bit my tongue,
swallowed my blood,
hid my colors
but stood my ground
black and blue bruises
made me feel *****
but i perservered,
despite the angel's cry
and suddenly all the beatings
turned into shoves
the slurs yelled at me
became "be proud!"
despite the sugarcoating
and the sudden change of heart
i saw through the false, white smiles
popularity creates lies
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
when the summer winds blow through the wood
and the scent of pine is fresh
the orange sun peeks through the foliage
and everything is tranquil
but wait too long and the sun hurts my eyes
it either much too bright in the daytime
or the light is completely gone in the night
so i savor those moments of peace
it is tiring to always cover my eyes in fear of pain
and it is terrifying to be amidst a dark forest
i am deprived and anxious everyday
so i wait for those rare sunrises
because even though i am too beaten down to enjoy the view
these are the only occasions of which no damage is being done
so i bask in the calm glow of the sunrise
bracing myself for my eyes to water
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
she was a caring girl
she knows a boy who always cries
and it is the end of january
so his hands are covered in blood
she gives him soap that smells of lemon
and she scrubs his hands clean
he makes her feel uneasy and anxious
but cleansing him is the only thing she does right
he fills her head with steaming tar
and leaves grisly scars over her eyes
damaging her sense of vision
she washes his eternally blood-stained fingers and palms
the blood mixing with lemon soap and tears
completely blind to her own tarnished hands
sobbing, the girl reaches out to the boy in utter darkness
only to find empty air meeting her fingertips
it will only happen again at the end of february
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
golden brown leaves fall delicately from a tree
warm hands pointing at fluffy white clouds
the feeling of back against the grassy ground
fluttering hearts and long, drawn-out whispers
secrets spilled in the dead of night
trust is a dangerous chemical
and I have given you all of it
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
hearing you speak makes me cry
because i can't tell if it's another lie
the words that exist your mouth are fake
well spoken words make a nice template
your mouth shouts, "have a nice day!"
but your eyes tell me, "it's all for display!"
someday i hope everyone opens their eyes
to see you without all your lies
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
i've worked myself off since my birth
to get a simple letter determining my worth
it's hard to get all the things you want
when everyone is telling you that you should not
it's hard to succeed when you get a score
and everyone is telling you it should be more
it's so hard to try to no avail
when everyone is telling you that you'll fail
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
the girl in my dancing class has a secret
she's not good at hiding
i can tell quite well
she's fallen for him
and for a while now
the boy i eat ice cream with has a secret
i can also read his mind
his smile can't lie
he loves her too
oh what a joy
time passes with a veil of white
my heart is spilling with trite words
that speak every word of truth
she looks so happy
and so does he
why would anyone interfere upon two walking sunshine
but you see
she's given up dancing
so i dont see her as much
she wants to spend time with him
instead of focusing on silly stuff
he doesn't eat ice cream with me anymore
instead rather with her
he wants to grow a stronger connection
and i totally get it
watching the time grow old with grey hair and wrinkled skin
i've always been alone
if he loves her
what else can occur
then her loving him
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
he is quite the experimentalist
he always tries something new
his brains spends hours clocking away
for his big, warm heart
that he has spent years blocking up
she is quite the bookworm
she always stays indoors if she can
her brains are sitting cozily working a puzzle
for her bruised, broken heart
that she tries not to show
they are quite the match
his smile glows and her eyes sparkle
he is still careful but he shows her a softer side
she is still hurt but she feels like she can heal with him
as awkward and new and fresh that it may be
they are both trying their best
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:57 AM UTC
golden sunlight shines down on the white sand
glaring onto our backs, freshly rubbed with sunscreen
you just jumped out of the ocean, your hair glistening with seasalt
i was never a fan of the water
but you get me to try new things
smiling in my sundress, i look over my book at your face
your eyes are scrunched as you take a bite out of your sandwich
that you crafted so experimentally yourself
i return my gaze to the pages and you put your arm around me
looking back at you makes me realize how lucky i am
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:55 AM UTC