I have thee best relationship
With my ********
Shouldn't you?
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC
Yesterday I thought about you
El Taxi was played at the gay bar
And I thought of you
I was your first kiss
You weren't out to your parents.
I'm drunk.
I can't believe you left, that you chose to leave.
Im sorry that you felt you had to die.
I'm so so sorry..
I'll never forget how you taught me how to dance bachata.
You were beautiful.
You were so smart and kind.
I miss you and I'm sorry you felt like you needed to die.
I'm so sorry Icel
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Why is it so hard to write poetry when I'm happy?
When I'm content?
When I'm gloriously in love?
Is it a requirement that I be in rage, in sorrow, in pain?
Drunk? High? Comatose?
Can I just not find the right words to describe my feelings?
Or maybe I don't need this outlet when I'm happy. I don't need to cut my emotions from my chest and attach them to words. I want my emotions here with me.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Looking back at these poems
Years since the first
I have amnesia.
Is this what time does?
Heals you in such a way that you can't pin point which heart break or what person you were talking about?
What was I doing this year? What happened that year?
I know my life but the time line no longer exists.
I have amnesia.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
You shouldn't do this to someone who loves you.
To someone who is trying to love you.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
You forgot
You've forgotten
You forget.
You've forgotten how this felt.
How it felt to have a person you love so dearly
Ignore you
Hurt you
Betray you
Walk away when all you needed was someone to talk to
Walk away when all you needed was someone to love.
And you were loving them.
You've forgotten the pain
to be traumatized
to be numb
to be hopeless.
And nothing but pure rage can get you up in the morning,
To stop you from crying in order to go to class.
You forgot that you've been through something like this.
That once, a long time ago, you went through the same manipulation,
The same heartbreak.
You nearly ended your life then, and now all you can do is try to not go down the path.
No one can save you except yourself,
But you've forgotten.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
You know
I have come to realize that
The people who care
Are easily picked out from
The people that don't.
Maybe the people that don't
Are lying to themselves
And tell themselves they do care
But in reality they don't.
I can tell.
Because when I tell someone
I write poetry.
It's an emotional release for me.
I post the poems on a website.
The people who care
Will actually go and read
My poems.
That's how I know.
I know someone cares.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Everything is written.
You waking up in the morning wondering what the day holds.
The day has already been written for you.
Now it is your chance to discover it.
Everything is written.
Nothing is accidental.
Nothing is a coincidence.
Your love.
Your sadness.
Your hope.
Your failures.
They have all been written.
And you the character to finish them.
The world the reader.
Everything is written.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
To be sad.
Acknowledge the pain.
Acknowledge the confusion.
Acknowledge the fear.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Repeat.
Only let a couple tears fall.
Those are the only ones you can afford.
At this moment.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
To be sad.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC