Heartache.
It's worse than
the knives,
the broken bones,
the bullet holes.
The pain
drives you insane,
eating you alive,
consuming
your brain.
The aching shows
you're close
to breaking -
whithered away,
weak.
The idea of anyone else
causes you
to push everyone away,
until it is only
yourself.
The only thing worse
than a headache
is the ache
that started it -
the heartache.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
I still remember
third grade.
When poetry was made
of rhymes...
Oh, the good times.
We were taught the sun
was a happy thing
and we would sit on a swing
smiling at its wonder,
unable to wait for summer.
And I know while
the sun's wonder
does indeed bring summer,
it also gives way to thunder
and rain.
Now that I'm older
poems have grown colder
and I know sorrows
are not conveyed
in rhymes.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
There are no
protections,
no barriers
in our brains.
I would take
sticks and stones
over words
any day.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
One minute
I believe I'm okay.
But then I
take a moment
and I think,
and the tears
come again.
So fast
they can't be
stopped.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
He's a nice boy with
a pretty face - I never
had a fighting chance.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
I thought
I knew you
so well -
like the
back
of my hand.
But every time
I look
at my hand,
there's a new
bruise,
a foreign
scratch,
a scar
I never had
before.
So the truth is,
I really
don't know
the back
of my hand
all that well.
So what does that say
for you?
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
I firmly believe
there's no
life after death,
so I can't
console myself
with the fantasy
that you're in
a better place.
But I hope,
for the first time
in my life,
that I'm wrong.
For your sake
and mine.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
When words are chosen
over fists
as weapons,
it's almost worse.
The pain and damage
inflicted by words
never fade away.
The scars and bruises
never heal.
And it isn't fair
That with one mistake
I become the most
evil person
to walk the Earth.
And I can't escape
the torment -
It happens at the
one place
I cannot leave.
It happens
in the place
that's meant to be safe.
The one I cautiously
call my home.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Of course
it hurts.
When it comes
to you
I always hurt.
I thought I'd break
this time.
Knowing I'm not
good enough
for you.
But I'm realizing,
when all's said
and done,
it doesn't hurt as bad
as I thought.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
I'm not just
the shy, quiet girl
that cowers
in the back.
No.
I'm so much
more
than that.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC