i'm sitting on my front porch with
thoughts in my head slamming against my skull.
constantly reminding me, "that i could never be the girl he needs or
that i loved him more than he loved me."
taking pills and pills just to forget you,
isn't working anymore.
suddenly, drowning my demons
in drugs wasn't enough anymore.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
it's 6 am
i haven't gone to bed
i'm stuck in this thought of you
that i wish i didn't have.
it's 6 am
i'm on my roof gazing off
into the sunrise.
i can't compare you to the
sun anymore because the sun
gives me hope that everything
will be alright.
it's 6:30 am
you are no longer my sun
you are no longer what i hope
for in life
you are no longer in my thoughts.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
you clipped my wings
then asked why i didn't fly.
you drowned me and asked
me why i didn't survive.
you broke me and asked me
why i couldn't be the same.
you told me you did those things
for my own good.
how can you possibly
still tell me you love me after
all the things you've done to me?
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
he poured poison down
my throat and called it poetry.
he tried to explain to me that
our love was never real.
he felt nothing at all
when i was the one feeling
everything.
he told me to forgive him
for ruining me.
but all i knew is that i was
his damaged goods, his non existing love,
his poised poetry.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
i never thought i’d find comfort in a voice.
i never thought i'd find comfort in you.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
I want to write but every time
I write, it’s about you.
And it hurts to write about you.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
it's really sad to know that you looked at me once
the same way you look at her now. and
it kills me to know that she is your
happiness now.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
he was my person, he was everything.
he was the flowers that grew in the spring time
but when he left, all i got stuck with were
these roots sticking out the cracks in the cement.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
i thought
nothing hurt as much
as hating yourself
and then i fell in love
with someone who didn't
love me back
and it was the most painful thing of
all.
maybe because he started
seeing me the way i
see myself.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
people are not the rain
or snow or autumn leaves
they do not look pretty when they
fall down.
people are not the sunrise
in the morning nor the sunset
they do not look pretty when
the day is starting or the
day is ending.
people are not meant
to be romanticized because
everyone is different,
and people simply don't
share the same story.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC