It's nice to be able to forget,
and act like nothing happened.
But my memory seems to hate me,
The things I try hardest to forget haunt me,
The things I cling to seem to just slip away...
The way I told you I didn't care,
When all I wanted to do was hold you close,
And never let you leave me again...
The time you saw my scars,
How you flinched as if they hurt you,
And couldn't quite look me in the eye...
I see forgetting as a gift,
I wish I could just fall asleep,
And forget we ever happened...
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
I
Would
Give you my
Dreams but you're in
Them all so won't you walk
With me and we
Could live
Them
All
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
I
would
give you my
forever but I doubt
I will be around that long
so I'll give you what I've got and
hope that it's
enough
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a **** and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a ****
Because yes I'm not like you...
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
You abandoned me when I was low,
Said I needed to remember my problems were my own.
You thought I didn't know that
I was reminded everyday...
When I woke and your weren't with me...
When I slept and your weren't there...
I know you must have forgotten me,
I doubt that you even cared...
But if you ever read this,
there's one thing I'd like to share.
I know now my problems are mine,
I struggle with them everyday.
But now I tell no one,
Because I cannot deal with losing anyone ever again...
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
We could just be friends,
But that would be too easy.
For you to turn and run...
For you to go and leave me...
We could just be friends,
But then we'd have no excuse.
For the conversation that last for hours...
For feelings they induce...
We could just be friends,
But these feelings would last forever...
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
She sat in that chair by the window,
Watching as life went by.
Hoping to receive the letter,
The letter that never arrived.
She sat in that chair by the window,
Listening to the sounds of life.
Clutching to the hope of the letter,
The letter that never arrived.
She sat in the chair by the window,
With the light fading from her eyes.
She never gave up the hope of the letter,
The letter that never arrived.
As I sat in that chair by the window,
With a tear running from my eye.
I wished I had sent that letter,
The letter that never arrived.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC