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Mykenzie Jan 2019
Why are titles
so important?

Can't we all just be nameless?
Mykenzie Jan 2019
Boys will come and go
but friends are forever.
Thats why friends and forever both start with 'F'

So when given the chance,
make sure you don't lose the forever.
Mykenzie Jan 2019
You were sweet
kind
funny
caring
.
.
.
Something changed. You changed.

Now you're cold
cruel
mean
heartless
.
.
.
I don't know
what to do now.
Because you're not
who I thought you were.
Mykenzie Jan 2019
No
I saw a poem
a few moments ago

asking people to pray for her death.

I have come to say, that I will not.

I will pray that she finds someone
who loves her, adn cares for her, and
prays that she gets better, as will I.

To that poet: I hope you are better, as it has been a while.

We all love you here at HP.
We are here for you to talk to, as we all have our own struggles.
The poem was on the featured page and had a filter of some sort over it where it was almost unreadable. Lucky for me, someone had deciphered it in the comments
Mykenzie Jan 2019
1.9.19

The clock tells me it's past midnight
when I first realize the feeling
of unspoken sentences itching beneath my skin,
prickling up my arms like goosebumps;
it's just past midnight when
the dams burst behind my eyes, unexpectedly;
it's just past midnight when I begin to think of
all the sunrises I've slept through
all the highways my tires may never travel,
just past midnight when I realize
our concept of "love" is caused by chemicals
in our brains,
that my existence might never have happened,
except it did.

I begin to smile
at half past midnight -
I have come into this world
riding the high of my forefathers' hopes and dreams,
I have bled for this life;
I am the thunder that splits your eardrums
right before the rain -
I am the flash right before you realize
We are all birthed in the light of impermanence,
and my life is just a flicker in the dark
next to yours,
And we are beautiful.
Mykenzie Jan 2019
The love that should've been,
was actually the opposite.

Never destined to work out,
never destined to last.
Mykenzie Jan 2019
Sometimes,
Its just not to be.
Like you and me...

And that hurt more than words could ever describe
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