I'm not good with words
I'll never be able to express how much
you mean to me
You're slowly creeping into my heart
Your smile makes me smile
and it scares me
I don't know what to do with these
feelings
I made a list of
things I want to do with you
It's hidden somewhere close to me
I'll never show it to you
Because
we'll never see each other
You've forgotten about me
A relief
You'll never find out
About how much I want to be with you
About this poem
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
i'm inside of my room
the moon is bright out
i tried to start a conversation with him
he didn't want one
i'm disappointed
he doesn't want me
my words are all wrong
they made him angry
i feel unloved
i want to see the moon
i want to see all of it
a super moon
a superhero,
bright and beautiful
nothing like me
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
my palms are sweaty,
they're judging.
judging me.
anxiety is creeping up on me.
always.
always.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
i don't know about...
...is ruined
books are...
music is...
you were...
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
stranger
is
in
danger
lover
isn't
forever
fools
pools
nothing
no thing
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
horrible moments
for terrible days,
sad faces
for terrible nights,
bad weather
for terrible hearts,
******* ****
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
i call him that, but is he really charming?
my shit-stained brain is running so fast
and i want him to stop it.
stupid, stupid girl.
you think that's nice?
he can't save you.
he won't.
he will never save you because you're hopeless.
my face.
oh god, i think satan just poured all the chemicals in my *** and called it a day.
anytime now, aphrodite.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
hi..
it's me.
i hate sushi,
i hate vanilla ice cream,
i hate caviar and oysters.
virgin-clad lips,
i'm picturing a tall and handsome guy,
with dark blue or green eyes,
brown or ***** blond hair and
smile that can melt a butter as hard as stone,
a body that is too beautiful...
a model.
but is he kind? caring?
maybe he likes girls who are skinny, beautiful...
a size 0 or 2 or 4.
me...it's me.
a size 8 girl who loves to eat.
some tell me i'm thin.
but mom always tell me that i'm not fat...
but not thin either.
i want him to kiss me.
my first kiss...
i don't know.
will it happen?
i want it to...badly.
where will we meet?
my imagination is running.
i'm...desperate.
there. i said it.
i'm...starving.
for attention, for affection.
i'm ugly. i know i am.
i'm not good enough.
i will never be good enough.
i'm not worth it.
i'm not worthy of receiving love.
but if it isn't meant to happen...
then it's not gonna happen.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC