I'm hiding my inner me
Who am I?
I don't know anymore
I'm with you still cause I fight with my true self and say no he'll change!
But twice hurt you.
Twice I made you rage.
It's all your schemes
That you take to new extremes
I don't know what to think of
It's crazy it's nuts
Our relationship has no foundation
Or trust
No core
With all these girls in your life I'm sore
And pretty shore
I'm not the only one you think of
Being your bae, babe, baby
Whatever you've been calling it lately
You cheated and I almost died
A chunk of my heart got ripped out and thrown to the side
And another time
You said you liked this other girl
You told her right behind my back!
And now where's my heart?
It's cracked!
Shattered and beat!
I hate shanice!
I hate beka and korrie to!
I hate what you put me through!
If I did that, you'd scream
And yell
Then walk out
Scream at satan in hell
Then probably go to jail
What I did was trust you right away
After every apolo'jay
I'm starting to regret not running away
But I already know, you'll follow may
Running like lost puppay
I do that to.
I get lost and just want you
But please stick to just me and you
There's no more room
Just us two.
And fights that can get pretty mean.
Read thus poem again.
All this will happen again
Routine
After
Routine ...........
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Why do people keep secrets?
Can I trust you?
Can you keep it?
Wait does it have to be school appropriate.
Wait should I even say ****
Ya forget it
I know I'll get judged for my past
That's why I keep
secrets in sacristy
If my past doesn't matter to me
Why can't you just trust and believe
That that's not who
I once was
Cause there's a new
Girl
And she wants to be accepted for what she stands for
Not stood
If you hate my past
Then sorry homie but there's the door
Get your mind out if the past
We don't live there anymore
It's the present we need to learn to adore
Cause this is what I stand for:
I stand for believing in who we are
Set your standards up far
Its that bully's issue
If he crosses the bar
Don't let them get the best if you
It's time you prove
To yourself that you are not afraid of the truths
What I stand for is to just Cruz
With your chin higher then cowards that are just rude
Your the one with power
I'm me
And I say it proudly
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
We all have the pressure from friends,
they are what create the bends.
The twists and turns of life,
which at some point come back at us as a knife.
We will feel the love of them,
but then they will condemn.
Say it is just growth in a different direction,
when they have really lost there affection.
There is nothing to stop these sorrows,
but to wait for another heart to borrow.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Watch out!…
Phew!…
What a close call!
If I answered
The mood swing
Would of left me
Disconnected
Out of line
Without a chance
To be
Reconnected
I call connect
To recollect
The lost connection
But
Your long distance
From sanity
Is costly
For each instant
It costs more minutes
To make up
For the lost time
Together
The way we once were
To gather
The few good thoughts of you
And converse
Usually
Ultimately
Brings the worse
The opposite
The converse
Of what’s expected
As you spew
The **** slew of issues
You’ve had with me
Turning romantic comedy
Into tragedy
I could’ve forgave you
For not forgiving me
But you’re giving me
Too many reasons
To Sprint
Like a ****** Mobile
From his *** drive
My batteries dies
Before I make
My final destination
But when I Boost
I promise to lose
The number
Of times I came back to you
Let it slip my mind
As I find a new
Server
To subdue
Subconsciously I already
Knew
You
Weren’t ready at all
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
I stumbled into a world
where good vs. evil was routine;
where cards were alive, cats talked,
and a strange man asked me to tea.
I was young and forgetful,
the memory faded away
then one day I fell again
chasing a rabbit with a familiar face.
I was confused
my destiny once again unclear
a peculiar catterpillar
told me what was to appear.
If I shall fall again,
and be given another test
I hope the question is
"how is a raven like a writing desk?"
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
The problem is we are all the same,
We love to look at what we have became.
Embarrassments and good memories,
But the pains and sorrows are our clarities.
They bring us back to what has to be done,
Ripping away all of our fun.
Now is the time to change the pattern,
Fly to the moon maybe Saturn.
Chase the happiness you deserve,
Before life wants to send you another curve.
There are endless possibilities,
And you are the only one that has to see.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC