rip me to threads
but relatively speaking
you'll never destroy me
because I('m) matter
Punny.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
I keep saying someday,
but what I really mean is never.
I'll never do that thing,
or go that place.
It's not a lack of aspiration
It's just knowing who I am
and who I'll always be.
Average,
and this may surprise some
but it's okay to be average.
If everyone was special,
technically no one would really be special.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
what more could you ******* want
have i not given all i have?
what happens when i have nothing left to give
and all that remains is a shell of a girl
with sad eyes and a hollow heart
then what?
will you leave?
taking everything i've ever given and throwing me
away
leaving nothing but scraps
and a stray dog to chew on my deteriorating shattered pieces
i hope you're happy
i'll be here
alone
but i hope you're happy
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
someday i'll come first to someone
I might just have to be that someone
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
every few days
my mother sends me a photo of my self
usually spanning around five years ago
when i was skinner
when i was prettier
when i was living a life she approved
she calls it
motivation.
So I'm going to see a physician about healthy habits and weight loss soon.
She's a good mom.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
then you were gone
and for the first time in forever,
i felt
okay.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
i vow to love myself
like you never could
i vow never to change
because you thought i should
i vow to live my life
nothing like how you thought i would
I can.
I will.
Cheers to you
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
in seven years my skin
will finally have lost the sensation of your touch
it will forget how you felt
and how it misses you so much
in seven years my name will have changed
and you'll have given someone else yours
and i won't remember what it felt like
or why your name is scribbled in the back of my drawer
in seven years i'll look back
and it won't be to remember
you.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
I wish I could be funny,
So you would laugh at me.
I know I am far from exceptional
and I really hate rhyming.
But this poem is for you,
and it is coming from me.
Well, coming from my heart,
to speak more specifically.
I know a heart is just an *****
some ****** beating tissue.
But it's the only ***** I'd use,
to describe how much I miss you.
Like I said,
I hate rhyming.
So you better give me props,
Oh, by the way
I don't mind your smelly socks.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC