Can you really say you know what love is when the one person you thought you could always find love and comfort in is the one person getting you worked up?
When you start laying awake at night thinking about them while they're just doing their own things on the side?
When they constantly keep ******* up and blaming their ignorance on it like that's supposed to make everything okay.
Maybe it's high time you stop being naive and start realising that the only reason he's ******* up isn't because he's not aware of it but because you're not worthy of him getting his act right.
Forget about his ***
Coz he's clearly forgotten about yours.
You've become the girl he calls when he feels miserable and needs to be "comforted".
Not the girl he constantly checks up on every 5 seconds to see if you're okay.
By now we all know that's reserved for her.
Always has been.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
I wasn't looking for anything
I wasn't hoping for love
Because love has always been the cause of most of my pain
Plain but heart wrenching
You came along unexpected
At a time I thought I had finished with love
When love was ancient and I wasn't even thinking about it
I thought I'd take a chance with you coz you seemed different from the "love" I was used to
You felt like love-love
Giddy, butterflies fluttering in my stomach
Talk until the sun came up, call to check up on me, laugh at my lame jokes, tell me I'm beautiful, always there for me LOVE
Although you were different from the love I was used to
You hurt me more than the love I was used to ever did
That's probably why you were so different
So you could show me that although love comes in different lies and dreams
It always ends in its own gut-wrenching, heartbreaking way
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
it all started out as friends
then you took over my mind
and my body and eventually
my heart, and it hasn't changed
since i met you you haven't
changed either you just won't
leave me be and i don't mind
that but you need to make
sure that you absolutely like
me because boys like you
have played me like a piano.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
I used to think about you;
Did you think about me?
I used to miss you;
Did you ever miss me?
Weeks apart, dropped calls and ignored texts
I eventually got over you.
Did you ever actually love me?
Did you?
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
I carried you the way you care for a child who scrapped his knees.
I loved you as tenderly as a giant walks through a Forrest of stain glass tree branches.
I fell for you as hard as an atomic bomb hits the head of a needle, only to rest dormant in anticipation of further destruction.
And some nights, some nights I laid awake gripping the air wishing the game of Russian roulette in my chest would finally end.
Other nights I would sleep so deeply I thought I could sleep through my own death, some nights I wished I did.
And Every morning I would wake up with desolation and longing soaked deep into my sheets.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
if you want to leave me
i think that is okay
i’ll still remember you
in the pages of my old notebook
doodled over and torn
stained with cherry coke
i’ll read the diary entry
about the time you took my innocence
and how it was
beautiful
if you want to leave me
i think i’ll be okay
because you’re still buried deep in me
like the way ants create castles in the ground
you are the tunnels that i maneuver around
you’re artwork on a wall
too obscure to understand
but yet
everybody understands the sadness emanating
and they cry
because it’s beautiful
i cry because you’re beautiful
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
blood drops like
cloud drops rainfalls
falls on those unprotected from rain
try to run from the rain
but you can still hear the sounds .
Red and black are the colours
of the cursed
the cursed that never knew
the brightness and happiness
of colours that bring life.
Blood drops like
my heart drops everytime
your voice stops
from being heard by my
ears and being felt
by the butterflies in my stomach.
The name Bummies used to bring
so much joy to the soul that
used to be at peace
now Bummies just holds lots
of memories and moments
I can never take back
and like the clouds that hold rainfalls
and the way blood drops...
my eyes water.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC