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Genevieve Mar 2017
The thing about poetry is that people use it as an escape
A safe place to write out their feelings,
their thoughts,
their life experiences
Things that should be kept secret
Things that should be kept safe
But they allow so many other people to access those poems
that those experiences that should be kept secret
are now completely exposed for anyone to see

I could put myself into that moment
Moments I don't want to be anywhere ******* near
Moments I shouldn't have ever learned about
Unable to get them out of my head
Your words on replay
mocha
hazel
and so much ******* ***

I have my notes
High school styled love letters at best
But at least you don't have to read about my past *** life
Genevieve Aug 2016
We're both going through withdrawals
It's ****
It's harder than ever before 
Because not only do we have the now 'normal' **** to deal with
The hundreds of miles separating us
Playing phone tag (I hate that ******* game)
Swiping through phone albums of saved screenshots
Trying so hard to keep your face vibrant and alive in my day dreams 
But we now have our bodies against us

You're a ****
-ted to nicotine
I'm not
But I get it
I understand the **** this week is dragging you through
These last 3 days have made you
angry
angsty
and anxious
I know you don't want to be
I know it won't go away over night
But I know it's worth it.

It is so ******* worth any phone conversation cut short
Any borderline emotional breakdowns 
Any urge to throw **** off the balcony
Or scream at harmless birds
To know that our grown up lives won't be cut short
Cause cancer *****
Genevieve Jul 2016
she's mad because no one knew it was her birthday
she lives right next door
so they're whispering
(and not doing a good job of that)
maybe if she was a better friend then that wouldn't happen
I try to escape it
but they follow me into the bathroom

Now they're talking about her *** life
Asking me for intel
Just to find more things about her to
**** on
why do they sleep with the door open?
do they even have ***?*

I ignore them
I'm done with the gossiping
The **** talking behind backs but
playing nice as soon as they turn around
They know that but
they can't stop themselves from asking

What they don't know
Is that the girl living next to me
the bad friend that they're so ******* interested in
Is having one of the worst summers of her life

They don't know that she broke up with her boyfriend
4 days ago
she spent her birthday living in the same room as her now
ex boyfriend

No one sang to her
No one made her a cake
No one gave a ****
It was just a normal day
She's one of the only people I truly like on this island.
Genevieve Jul 2016
We have a song now
It's completely random
and 30 years older than we are
Neither of us really know it
But we danced to it on a beach
under an almost full moon
So even though it's cliche
It's our song

I'm laying here in your jacket you left me
Cologne and cigarettes still lingering
I'm at 97% data usage
but I'm downloading our song
It'll probably make me cry
But it'll take me back to that night on the beach
Long distance ******* *****
Genevieve Jul 2016
He keeps me in a glass case
Shows me off all over town
Calls me his so no one else can
Brings me home whenever he can
But he never plays with me
Why does he never play with me?

Hateful and hurt emotions wrestling
They're keeping me up tonight
The glow of my phone on my face
He knows something's wrong
Why won't he ask me what's wrong?

He talks to me like I'm his little sister
He mocks me for studying what I love
He calls me a hippie because I care too much
He thinks my dreams are immature

He says I'm perfect
but I'm not his perfect
  Jul 2016 Genevieve
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I. Tell her you need to talk. Look her in the eyes, and tell her everything you've always wanted to tell her. Tell her all your thoughts - the good ones, the bad ones, the nasty ones, the irrelevant ones. Find a way to make the nasty ones less nasty.
II. Unfollow her on social media, and defriend her on Facebook. Delete her number and all those pictures you took of her because you didn't want to forget. Forget. It's okay to cry over her.
III. Change your favorite color from gold with olive specs (like her eyes) to just gold (like sunsets; like it was before you met her). Colors shouldn't be all about her anymore. They never should've been. You can cry about her.
IV. Don't let the memories of her make you bitter. Don't drive past her house. Don't look for her on the street. Delete the playlist you complied with songs about her. If you see her, wish her the best but not to her. You can cry about her.
V. Don't regret leaving her. Don't resent yourself for listening to her when she told you to leave; don't ask her to take you back. You can cry about her.
VI. Pray she'll stop coming to you in your dreams and nightmares. Know she doesn't really miss you. She said it herself: she's happier now. Wish her the best. You can cry about her.
VII. When people ask about her, speak of her how you would speak about someone who passed away. Only speak of her with love in your voice; speak of her how you did when you were in love with her.
VIII. Realize you are no longer in love with her. You can cry about that.
IX. Don't ever go back to her. Don't live in the memories. Don't cry about her anymore. Drink your favorite tea again because you like it a hell of a lot more than her favorite. Wear the perfume you have that smells like hers. Pretend the comfort of her exists without her.
X. Repeat as necessary.
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