should i trust you with
my naked soul
can i take of
my mask
so you can see my real face
will you treat me the same
as you do right now
or will you leave me
because it hurts to look
without the cover up
without the fake
where my eyes turn from stars to lake
are you brave enough to look
or will you turn away disgusted and pitiful
because the sight has been shook
the girl you know
not who you think
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I hate how you broke me down
Only to build me up
Just so you could break me down once again
I hate how you convinced me to open up to you when I was shy
Only to give you what you wanted from me
And then tell me to be ashamed for being so exposed
I hate how you would ask me what’s wrong
Only to pretend to listen as I would cry
And then tell me off for thinking I have it harder than others
I hate how you would tell me you loved me
Only for me to find out that you have another lover
And then to get angry with me when I would try to move on
I hate how I wasted my time loving you unconditionally
In hopes that you would love me too
Only to realize after eight months that you don’t deserve me
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
and here has come the time again.
and here it falls, the sunlight so straight.
and here has run, the time so fast.
and here it rolls, the moments so last.
so last.
so strong.
my rings of tone.
to run around.
like a peak dawn.
and i go so straight.
and i am so silent.
now is the time, to go again..
now is the time, to show again..
the moment of numb, scrolling.
the eyes so red, and it's falling.
the moment unsung, have reached the peak.
the heart so flat, couldn't repeat.
and I...
and I......
i'm catching the back door here..
i'm gonna show my stare into silent dark..
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
The scars on my body,
are my stories.
My memories.
My weakness.
My strength.
Mine only for me to know and tell.
I have one visible to you,
the one you struck upon my heart.
Its deep and ragged.
It’s fresh and ******
It finally scabs over.
I pick at it once again,
wanting you to see my heart.
Waiting for you to fix me.
But as you told me,
You can’t fix something,
that’s been broken,
far to many times.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
it is time, dear one.
to move ( no longer dally here.)
and stretch your legs into the unknown-
dangle your toes into chaos and
tickle the chin of change.
inch onto the branch of
choices and follies and casually
inform fate that she's got a nice ****
So spill your daring chant
roaring the words of a cowardly
lion as
you sally down this saffron road
no scarecrow here, just the winds of tomorrow
to tell us where
to go.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
yes, living,
it scares me.
Of losing someone,
of everything,
of living
in nothingness,
and in pain.
It scares me
to know,
that life isn't fair,
of people's judgment,
where is freedom?
You live in the world
of broken dreams,
of broken vows,
and of broken wings.
I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
of losing someone
you love.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Eyes burning like torches
Searching mine for that eureka moment that screamed I LOVE HER
That moment never came
we were reminded that our childhood daydreams were just that
Daydreams.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC