I truly am sorry
If you didn’t know.
I never text,
But if I could let you know one thing,
It’s that you do cross my mind
Every now and again.
You met me as the shell of the person I used to be,
You filled my heart,
And I am forever grateful.
I couldn’t be what you were looking for,
But I do hope you find the life and the woman meant for you.
I hope you have happiness.
And even if we simply went different directions in this world,
I wish you well.
Love always,
The girl who wasn’t the One for you, but some day you will be so grateful that she wasn’t.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
I love fall
It is the perfect representation
of learning
how to finally
let go.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC
I pull clothes from the back of my dresser, and it hurts just a little because they smell like senior year, you, and the way we used to feel.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
I can still remember the night you told me to looked up the sky,
You point out the brightest stars and show me how an image can form every time you slid your finger to fill the gaps they have,
It was blurry at first,
But you looked into my eyes and said 'Just Focus and wait',
So that's what I did,
The image became clear,
Just like how our relationship to me,
I finally connect the actions you've done,
How your hands felt cold everytime it helds mine,
How your lips tremble everytime you kiss me goodnight,
How your hugs became suffocating whenever you caged me in your ams,
And how your words became knives whenever you said 'I'm still the one',
Your promises was dead a million years ago,
Same as how the stars fades everytime the morning came,
So when you told me to looked up the sky one last time,
I saw our constellation,
It was the brightest of them all,
But the shine it's giving is too blinding for my eyes,
And that was the last image I've ever seen,
For I name it 'Broken Stars' just like how we end the love story we had.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel so old
Like I have been here forever
Seeing same things happening over and over
And
Sometimes I feel like I am so young
Like I have all the time to figure out what's what
Discovering new things everyday
But
Sometimes, I feel exactly 28yrs old and I know that i know not enough to decide but it is still necessary to comment and have half boiled opinion.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
This is the last thing I write with you in mind
You thought I've been writing for you
I don't write for those who need my time
Only when it best suits them to.
This will remain short and sweet, I've no energy to rant
This will remain a reminder not to continually reach out a hand
This will remain a stamp of me feeling closer than ever to done
This will remain exactly what it is, a poem for you: the last one.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
The broken man can not feel,
no, the broken man can not heal.
The broken man creates a child,
and leaves it defenseless in the wild.
The broken man does not care,
no, the broken man is never there.
The broken man is built to roam,
after he destroys your home.
He'll put your life upon a shelf,
yes, the broken man only loves himself.
The broken man has no voice,
ignoring common sense with every choice.
It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
The broken man just lives for fun,
he believes he is the only one.
The broken man is always dazed,
and believes his family is not phased.
The broken man cares much for wealth,
but still he only loves himself.
The broken man is my father,
and I don't wish to be a broken daughter.
It's his world, it's his life,
he’s got pearl, I’ve got strife.
It's his clan, filled by holes,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
The broken man does not feel,
no, the broken man will always steal.
The broken man creates a child,
and the broken man has never smiled.
The broken man cares not for health,
but he'll always only love himself.
The broken man is my father,
because of the mother I miss; he forgot her.
It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
Think maybe I was meant to be your September.
The colder it gets,
The colder I will too.
Football games and Ferris Wheel lights can be memories of last week.
“You will find the one some day,” I say,
So you tell me you wish it was me.
“I know.” But
Let’s just call this September.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
I don't think the pain comes from wanting you back,
Because I don't.
But I think sometimes I remember the way it used to be and the way you used to make me feel.
We reached the end of us,
Now your story has taken a dark twist,
And there was a time when I would've wrapped my arms around you and held you up.
Maybe you thought she would do a better job than me-
You bet it all on that other girl,
But now you are all alone.
And I still hope your childhood dreams come true.
Though I am far too busy to worry about where you are now,
What you're doing,
Who you're with.
I guess it's true that time works wonders,
We used to be so completely intertwined.
Now I can't say you are so much different from a stranger.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC
I put that bottle down
When I hit rock bottom.
I think I was in a free fall
So I could one day fly.
Playing games,
Wearing an empty heart,
And lighting matches so they could burn out.
But the feel of a stranger's kiss means nothing,
Just a wake up call to walk away
And find that real, honest thing
I was searching for.
Then feeling that fire in my soul that I missed so much
Set those bridges ablaze that only led to places I didn't want to go.
And to everything there is a season,
A time to see, to plant,
To harvest.
The time has come.
I have always wandered,
But now I am adventuring with a purpose.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC