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Nov 2017 · 459
2 AM Thoughts
Angela Rose Nov 2017
Getting married at 22 sound a lot like leaving the party at 9:30
Like leaving the party when there are only three people there
Like leaving the party although you have not uttered a word to another soul
Like leaving the party before anybody new arrives
Like leaving the party when only the beer has showed up and no liquor
Like leaving the party before the cool kids even show their faces
Like committing the rest of your life to vanilla ice cream and you’ve only ever tasted vanilla ice cream
Like sticking with what you know and not venturing away
Getting married at 22 sounds a lot like settling down
Angela Rose Nov 2017
One day I will get married
And one day I will be the most beautiful bride

One day I will be preparing to say my perfectly executed vows
And one day I will be so in love that I will cry

One day I will wear something borrowed
And one day I will wear something blue

One day I will get married
And on that one day I will somehow still be thinking about you

One day I will be ready to walk down a rose lined aisle
And on that one day I will be praying that you will stand up when the priest asks “Does anyone have a reason these two shall not wed”
Angela Rose Nov 2017
Every word is for you
Every line is for you
Every lyric is for you
Every prose is for you
Every breath is for you
It’s you
It’s you
It’s you
It’s always been for you
You have always been the one
Nov 2017 · 491
All Of My Loves
Angela Rose Nov 2017
Sometimes I wonder if I was drunk and in a room full of all the men I have loved
Who would I run to?

Would it be the first love?
The one who held my hand like it carried the world inside of it?
The one who kissed me closely in a stairwell?
The one who had the heart I broke into pieces?

Would it be the one that got away?
The one who made me feel wild and free and secure?
The one who always put me on the back burner but I wouldn't give up?
The one who broke my heart into pieces?

Would it be the one that was my almost lover?
The one who wanted all of me but not at the cost of a real relationship?
The one who drove me insane and made me feel like I was the problem?
The one who was my best friend in the whole ******* world?

Would it be the first real adult relationship?
The one who had a real job and real goals?
The one who took me on priceless excursions and showered me with gifts?
The one who told me I was too much of a stupid liberal city girl to be with him?

Or, would it be the one I thought was the love of my life?
The one who I spent most of my late youth with?
The one who had the family I loved and the laugh that brought me to my knees?
The one who told me I was too stagnate and was not willing to watch me grow into something spectacular?

So sometimes I wonder who I would run to
Who would I want to let in to break me again?
I do not know which hand I would run to hold, but I know any of those hands would be a mistake
Nov 2017 · 570
I Cheated On You
Angela Rose Nov 2017
I thought about texting you last night to tell you I cheated on you
To tell you I was sorry and it was so wrong of me
To tell you how I cried every night for 4 months because he didn’t even love me back
To tell you I was a heartbreaker and I caused myself just as much distress
To tell you he was not you and it always made me feel sick
To tell you I was just sixteen what did I know about love then?

I thought about texting you last night to tell you I cheated on you
Just so I could feel some kind of emotion from you at all
Just so I could see if you even thought about me still
Just so I could try to validate what I am feeling now
Just so I could clench my fists onto the thought that maybe we could work it out
Just so I could try to feel anything again in these cold and lonely apartment walls
Oct 2017 · 439
Your Old Sweater
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I took our pictures off of the wall today
It felt like peeling off a scab and watching it bleed
It hurt and it hurt like hell

I erased your voicemails from the machine today
It felt like a sin to **** a sound so beautiful
It hurt but I know that it will do me well

I found your old sweater in the spare room’s closet today
It felt like the softest thing I have ever touched in my life
It hurt but I called you anyway

I heard your new voicemail, as I called tonight
It felt like nails on a chalkboard to hear a new woman's dialect on the machine
It hurt but I wore that old sweater all ******* week
Oct 2017 · 302
3 AM
Angela Rose Oct 2017
It’s 3 AM and I haven’t laughed this hard in a year
It’s 3:30 AM and my heart hasn’t felt this full in too long
It’s 4 AM and my eyes are so tired but my soul is full of your energy

It’s tomorrow and we haven’t spoken, I spoke too soon.
Oct 2017 · 1.2k
I Am A Natural Disaster
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I am a hurricane
I am a force to be reckoned with
My love can cause tumultuous damage to cities
Tear down walls and rip the streets to shreds

I am a tornado
I am a force of nature to fear
My love can rip through towns in seconds
Tear up the ground from above and move a path of destruction

I am a tsunami
I am a force of change to not mess around with
My love can move oceans and nothing can stop it
Tear through the sandy shores and cause pain to whole villages

I am a natural disaster
I am a force to be reckoned with
Oct 2017 · 427
And So I Pray
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I am not religious
I don't attend a mass every Sunday
I am not someone who gets down on my knees for my lord regularly
I am not the woman who has begged for salvation for my sins
But oh God do I pray for you
I have been praying for you for so long
The amount of worry I feel for you keeps my eyes open at night
It makes me physically sick how much I worry about you
If my words and my trying cannot make a difference than maybe my prayers can
I can't bare to watch you hurt yourself, I can't bare to watch you self destruct
I love you
So I pray
Oct 2017 · 562
Fate
Angela Rose Oct 2017
You asked me if I believed in fate
How could I not?

There are some things far too pure and far too perfect and far too beautiful to be a mere coincidence
There are some paths that cross that are far too magnificent of stories to be some type of accident
There are some events that just make far too much sense to be anything other than fate
There are some bonds that are far too epic to be anything other than true star-crossed love

You asked me if I believed in fate
Of course I believed, if I didn't believe in fate then we wouldn't be together over and over and over again
Oct 2017 · 443
Do You Remember?
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I want to fall asleep next to you like I used to when I was 15
You know when we would make the most of our time together because there was so little of it
The time when each and every time felt like the first time
I miss those times
I want to fall asleep next to you and feel your lips graze the tip of my nose
All I want is to become emotionally naked to you and tell you every feel from the past five years without you
Everything, all my pain, my joys, my memories, I want to fill you in on my life
And I want to know everything I missed about yours
Does Journey still make you smile and dance?
Do forehead kisses still melt your heart?
Is your mom still intolerable?
Are your dogs still obese and still crazy?
Do your brothers still remember me as a koala?
Do you still remember playing the guitar as I sang Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen for a talent show?
Do you remember our first kiss in a stairwell?
Do you remember how I was so angry at you I broke plates and cried for hours?
Do you remember how before we were together you were my best friend?
Do you remember how we were together on the couch when Michael Jackson died?
Do you remember how you wrote me a letter every single day the first summer we spent apart?
Do you remember when we experimented with chocolate syrup and whipped cream and it was so embarrassing to be so sticky and we just laughed?
Do you remember how you always would let me have the bubbled chips because they were my favorite?
Do you remember the time we walked home along the railroad tracks and I stayed behind to take photos of you being so handsome?
Do you remember running two miles in the pouring rain to bring me an umbrella?
Do you remember that first time we broke up and nothing felt right so we had to fix things?
Do you remember why we fell in love?
So many unanswered questions
I want to strip down for you
I don’t mean sexually
I want to strip down all my walls and release everything I meant to say to you now
Five years later and this still feels like a mistake
Five whole ******* years
I want to fall asleep next to you
This is a very old piece of writing I wrote about my first serious boyfriend. We were in high school but to this day he holds a place in my heart. This piece was written about 4 years ago and I have simply edited it.
Oct 2017 · 574
But You Loved Boo Radley
Angela Rose Oct 2017
Ugh, how can one person be so enjoyable?
When I’m with you my jaw legitimately hurts because of how frequently and how hard you make me laugh
You’re one of the funniest people I have had the pleasure of spending time with
You allow me to be myself and you let me make fun of you and you don’t think I’m a *****
If that’s not compatibility, then I don’t know what is
You understand self-deprecating humor and you understand the words I use and you laugh at the same things I laugh at
You know…I don’t like old movies
I hate black and white movies, I think they’re stupid and pointless and so boring and they lack color, what the **** is that ****?
But I want to watch them with you
I hated To **** a Mockingbird, hated it
It’s one of your favorite old pieces of literature and you can quote Boo Radley, and I may hate the novel but the fact that you respect such a highly acclaimed work of literature makes me respect you
I would watch that **** movie with you 100 times just to make you smile
You’re really something great

I’m so sorry I let us wither away
Oct 2017 · 507
KB
Angela Rose Oct 2017
KB
Did I love him right away?
No
Absolutely not
I don’t even think I liked him right away
He was cold, he was reckless, he was bitter
But his smile, when he smiled, he could light up a room
Did he love me right away? Of course not
I was loud, I was gaudy, I was too chipper and my laugh could make ears bleed
But somewhere along the way, somewhere along those years from 18-23...it started blending together and made perfect sense
I kept him alive and he kept me safe
Now here we are
And when we see each other on the street we might wave and we might share a smirk
But that is nothing compared to the energy we could have between us if things had gone differently
Nothing can compare to the epic love story that may have been, could have been, would have been
Oct 2017 · 479
Comes & Goes In Waves
Angela Rose Oct 2017
There have been days where I have woken up with nothing but pure excitement for the journey of my day
But there have been so many days where I cannot even fathom the idea of inching my way out of bed
There are nights where I look forward to gathering with friends and being out and enjoying the moonlight
But there have been so many nights where I cannot even dream of anything besides being alone with a bottle of whatever
Highs and lows
Depression knows no bounds
It doesn’t play favorites
It doesn’t come every day, but it is always there
Depression doesn’t know that it was my best friends birthday and I promised I’d make it to the club
Depression only knows it’s December 23rd and it’s time to listen to the same song for the 17th time in a row
Depression only knows that I haven’t eaten in 2 days and this bottle will demolish my sanity
Depression can only see that if I don’t have the mental capacity to acknowledge my problems, then maybe they don’t exist
It doesn’t come every day
But it’s always there
Oct 2017 · 26.8k
But He Never Hit Me
Angela Rose Oct 2017
He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him
But he never hit me
He played games with my emotions repeatedly
But he never hit me
He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees
But he never hit me
He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe
But he never hit me
He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy
But he never hit me
He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed
But he never hit me
He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls
But he never hit me
He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me
But he never hit me
He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears
But he never hit me
He needed to have the password to every device, app and account
But he never hit me
He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me
But he never hit me
He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed
But he never hit me
He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of
But he never hit me
He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence
But he never hit me
He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill
But he never hit me
He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds
But he never hit me
If you or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse please contact 1-800-799-7233 this is the national domestic abuse hotline. Abuse can happen to anyone, man or woman. It does not make you weak to seak help. <3
Oct 2017 · 472
The Villain Vs The Hero
Angela Rose Oct 2017
Even on my very worst and most vulnerable day
I am still the villain in someone elses story
That does not mean I have not been the hero in many others

Even if my light outshines my deepest darkness, the dark still exists
We all have the capacity to hold back our darkness
I am stronger than others, not better
Oct 2017 · 632
Did You Know Rocks Die Too?
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I did not etch our initials into a tree
That was so common, so typical
Our love was not
Instead, I carved our initials into a rock
Permanence
True love
Rocks don’t die, they don’t wither away when they aren’t given enough sunlight or water and pass on on the night
Rocks do not get chopped down when nobody is looking and disappear without remnants
Right?
Our love was timeless
Young love seemed so juvenile to what I felt
Soulmates?
Is that even a thing anymore?
I thought it was when I was fifteen
Our love was definite, never ending
The letters you wrote me every day for an entire summer
The umbrella you delivered in the midst of a rainstorm
The lyrics to “You Are My Sunshine” posted against my window at 6 AM
The endless songs and medleys you wrote in my honor
Rocks do not pass on in the night and leave you hanging
Rocks are permanent
So I thought


As it goes, rocks die too
Rocks have a life span of at most thirty six hours
Despite contrary belief rocks die as well
Just like our love
Oct 2017 · 862
Huntress
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I am a huntress.
I sink my teeth into what is mine until I draw blood
My prey never comes easy

I am a huntress.
I lurk and linger around until I find what I crave
My prey is left scarred with teeth marks

I am a huntress.
I do not fear the darkness, in fact I strive in it
My prey will not see me coming

I am a huntress.
I protect what is mine and I will attack any predatory threat
My prey is mine and mine only

I am a huntress.
I hunt down hearts near and far and I keep them entrapped within me
My prey does not know how good he has it
Oct 2017 · 864
Tequila Straight Up, Please
Angela Rose Oct 2017
So I’m not your cup of tea?

I know, I know
I’m loud
I’m abrasive
I’m bold
I’m not ladylike
I’m too political
I’m too modern of a woman
I’m not maternal
I’m overly comfortable with sexuality
I make jokes like a man
I swear like a sailor
I don’t dab the grease off my pizza
I drink liquor from the bottle
I got some mouth on me, the audacity
I don’t filter my words
I fight when I’m right, or wrong
I push buttons and boundaries
I’m nothing short of a firecracker

So I’m not your cup of tea?
That’s okay
I’d much rather be someone’s shot of tequila, straight, no chaser
Oct 2017 · 738
How Much is Too Much?
Angela Rose Oct 2017
How many ways have I loved you?

I loved you at your darkest
I loved you at your most vulnerable
I loved you when you were wrong
I loved you even when I hated you
I loved you when you saw me break
I loved you when I could not even love myself
I loved you late at night
I loved you beneath the sheets
I loved you with the lights off
I loved you even more with the lights on
I loved you through a sea of confusion
I loved you through a conflicted heart
I loved you despite our differences
I loved you even as I hurt myself
I loved you although you never really loved me

So how many ways have I loved you?
Too many.
Angela Rose Oct 2017
Love
Profound feeling for another
A caring, trying thing
Love is patient, love is kind
No
Love is wanting what is not mine

Love is giving and getting less
Love is never a second guess
To love is to give another all of you
It is holding nothing back

Love
Love is a feeling you gain and you try to never lose
You keep love
You keep it and you lock it somewhere safe
And then you swallow the ******* key
Oct 2017 · 224
Strength Is a Curse
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I am strong for my age

I bend and yet I do not break
I bruise and yet I do not scar
I cut and yet I do not yield blood

There is strength in that
Oct 2017 · 285
Undefined
Angela Rose Oct 2017
I have crossed the line
From friends to hiding dark neck kisses
Public displays are uncalled for
Where I stand with you; undefined

You have crossed the line
From friends to talking, up all night
Losing this could **** me
Where I stand with you; undefined

We have crossed the line
From friends to tear-stained bed cloths
A small action, a tragic consequence
Wherever I stand with you; undefined
Oct 2017 · 1.3k
Misinterpreting a Fairy-tale
Angela Rose Oct 2017
Follow the rabbit he will take you to happiness
Do not be late, do not miss that date
You could get lost in a sea of confusion
You would be deceived by the ostensible outlook

You could go fetch seven little men
You could be the fairest of them all
Beware of the deep and everlasting sleep
You would be deceived by the apple's red color

Worry about the petals, they are falling so quickly
He will be stuck that forever if you cannot make him love you
Keep an eye on the rose, it is far too beautiful to let go
You will be deceived by the appearance of a beast

Stuck in a tower, do not ever look down
Grow out your hair past the tall brick walls
Spot a good man, make him rescue your heart
You would be deceived by the family relations

Cleaning the bathroom, making the bed
Sneak out to town, be invited to a dance
"Fairy Godmother, please just give me once chance"
You would be deceived by the loss of one shoe

So waiting, I am waiting for an answer to come
Looking for one man to be the one that I want
A fairy-tale ending is nothing I am after
For I would be deceived by the misinterpretations of the story
This little poem is something I wrote back in high-school, but is one of the pieces I am most proud of and most impressed with myself over.

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