I can't help you if you don't want to help yourself.
No matter how many times I wipe your tears away
Or tell you how beautiful you are.
You have to want to hear it and stop crying.
No matter how much I try make you smile
Or hug you close.
You have to want to smile and embrace me back.
No matter how much I wish I could save you.
The only person that can do that is you...
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Ever felt trapped?
Smothered
Suffocated
No escape
No way out
Short of breath
Short of sight
One way
Dead end
Ever felt trapped in a memory?
With no desire to find a way out .
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
There's something
About rain
That
Always makes you
Think
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
i cannot believe
it has taken me so long
to realize that you
were never coming back
and that when you said
that it was over
you meant it
i cannot believe
it has taken me so long
to realize that you
are never going to see these tears
nor read those poems
and that i
was only wasting my time
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
Why can't you be horrible and full of unforgivable flaws?
Why does it gets worse and not better inside my stupid, devoted heart?
Why do you still feel the same to me?
Your skin hasn't lost that scent I knew
The scent I still know and can remember by simply closing my eyes
The scent I still desire and find familiar
Even if it really never was
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
don't tell me i'm strong
because i certainly am not
if i were,
i wouldn't ache the need to hurt myself
or ache the need to jump off the third floor at school
you wouldn't hear me crying in the bathroom stall
or you wouldn't hear me complaining this much
i would be buying my cafeteria lunch
i would be eating my three meals a day
you wouldn't had to stop my feet from stumping
you wouldn't had to stop my eyes from closing
don't tell me i'm strong
because i certainly am not
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
he was the first to see me cry
sitting down on the school halls
he picked me up and held me tight
everything okay?
do you want to talk?
and after a long conversation
when he said all i needed to hear
but i couldn't express all i wanted to say
he hugged me and whispered
*darling, you don't need a therapist.
you need a friend*
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter
the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile
they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world
they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you
but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.
j.f
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC