Nothing can describe
a perfect arrangement of words
that convey a series of thoughts
through eloquent diction and syntax
I love a good poem
that fits the mood I feel so perfectly
because I could not explain it myself
Poetry also opens windows
to see that others feel the same hurt as you
And that you're not alone ... I think that's my favorite thing about poetry
I'm not alone
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
My hands are shaking...
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
and I swear I didn't mean to
so please do not get mad at me
I went into this with pure intents
only to hang around such as a child at recess
and then return to class and leave the swings alone
leave you alone
now I am hooked
and I know what I've gotten myself into
trust me
I don't mean to love you
I don't mean to constantly think about you
and your family
wondering how school is going
and if you have work today or not...
I fell in love with you on accident
I'm so sorry
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
I still have doubts and I'm not perfect
I'm going to mess up
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
I love your room because I've never felt more at home
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Thank you for realizing that you are so unworthy
of such a precious piece of gold that you left her.
But **** you.
**** you for making her insecure.
You were such an infectious waste that all you ever did for her
was tell her that her weight should be a certain number
**** you for making her scared to go swimming
because she doesn't want anyone to see her stomach.
**** you for leaving scars on her arms
that she feels obligated to wear long sleeve shirts
even when its 85 degrees outside.
**** you for not allowing her to love herself
without foundation, mascara, and bronzer
because now she feels the need to get dolled up, just to take a nap.
**** you for everything you ever put her through.
I hope to God I ever see you because I guarantee you don't want that to happen.
I cannot express my hatred for you, even though I've never met you.
On the other hand, thank you for making her the delicate little dandelion she is because now she is my dandelion, and I will never abuse her delicacy like you did.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
This time I will not apologize
or come crawling back to you
searching for acceptance
because the only thing I should be sorry for
is letting you treat me this way.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
There are mountains between us
But I'm ready to climb
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
I cannot promise you that I will mend your broken soul or
make your wildest dreams come true.
I cannot guarantee that I will always say what you want to hear.
I can promise you that I will love you to the best of my abilities.
On days where your fist feels as though it should be through the wall,
I will caress you and kiss you until your skin undoes the red.
When you feel like driving for miles, you know where my house is.
I will try my hardest to make your heart beat so fast,
your breath so quick that your entire body is a symphony
even Mozart himself would envy.
I cannot promise anything except that I will try to be your everything.
Every record breaks but I can guarantee you that I will try my hardest to mend you. Just remember I'm merely a band-aid that is trying to heal a wound and band-aids don't always work.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC