I met a man today that reminded me of you;
tall, charming, perfect in every way.
And that smile. Even though he throws it about freely.
He held the door for me, but got distracted,
so it slammed in my face.
I guess he's more like you than I thought.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
Just make them stop,
I am sick of these voices being able to
move so much faster than my hands.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I don't know whether I'm being realistic
or just simply missing the logistics,
but I miss you, as antagonistic
as you truly were.
*Stop it, Olivia. You were nearly dead.
She aimed the gun at your head.
You were just begging to be fed.*
Leading me up the path to perfection
Every downfall, providing correction.
I'd fail and fail again,
you'd be my only friend.
*No one threw stones,
You pushed everyone away.
You're soul was not very well portrayed.
You were nothing but bones.*
My only friend, though.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
I can try to forget,
I can, I just might
Wasteful sentiments caught.
It's been years since
I forgot.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
Look at me
through the mass
into my eyes
not at my ***
You seem to believe
I'm not that.
peel the skin
**** the fat
make me laugh
make me cry
something, anything
just please don't lie
I understand
Can't read your mind
But I've seen it before
I know your kind
Can't fool me.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
Oh those eyes;
innumerable amount of eyes.
Just following me.
Gazing at me. Staring at me. Glaring at me.
As if I were deformed;
a monster that doesn't meet
the quota for aesthetically pleasing.
As if I were a deviant;
fearing that they may the next victim
of whatever scheme I am concocting.
As if I were a cow
causing earthquakes with
each step I take.
As if I were a stick figure
recoiling at the slightest touch
for fear of the pain.
As if I were a diety.
Bold and beautiful
flowing gracefully across their path.
As if I were a genius.
Just waiting in line to hear
my views on the world.
Or maybe they're not following me at all.
Maybe they're looking right through me.
Straight past me.
They don't even notice me.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
It's a giant steel padlock
latched onto an even greater door.
Bullet proof and flame retardant.
It opens for no one.
Not for friends.
Not for family.
Not for lovers.
Not even for me.
How can it be
that something so strong
can be so weak
internally?
It is me.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
I loath you, you ******
Your words were unfair.
Your actions were worse.
I thought that you cared.
"I thought you were different."
You made me believe
I was more than just ***
then you moved onto her
and you moved on fast.
You loved but yourself,
your love wasn't true.
Your love was a lie
and it lies just like you.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
These tan lines remind me of
a time when I was truley happy.
Not long ago
I was with you.
My sunray - the only one
that I don't despise,
could never block out.
These tan lines remind me of
you and I.
Misplaced.
A bit uneven.
But they will stay there
as long as my sun ray
continues to shine.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
I feel like the ground is moving beneath me.
Nothing is steady.
If only I had something to hold on to.
This isn't flying.
This isn't even floating.
This is falling.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC