She wears jewelry around her neck
Diamonds
Suffocating her in her sleep
Bracelets of gold leaving her wrists bruised and blue

Sweet little girl was a gift to a stranger thrice her age
She is warned to never disrespect him, to always put his happiness first
Daddy crying out of happiness
Mommy crying, out of happiness

Everyone cheering and dancing as she is forced on a chair bigger than her, in a dress she should have worn for prom first

At the age of 14 told to act like a woman
Carrying a ring on her finger, soon lives of her own

She fears the night now
As they are cheering in daylight,
There will be no one to cheer at night
Besides him

I could never love another,
I could hold his hand and make love to his lips
drown in his arms and talk about his eyes
tell him about my fears and favourite books
explain the scar on my knee, call him when I can't sleep
but I will never love him
I will never write about him and how he makes my heart beat when he walks into the room, I'd be lying if I said I dreamt of him
your scent is still all over my bed
I will never take him to places we went or show him my secret spot
when he touches my bare skin I will breathe, and think of you

I could never love another

it's been 6 years since you last seen her
8, since you last talked
you wonder where she is, or how she's doing
you left with no goodbye, no let's keep in touch

it's Sunday evening and you miss her,
sitting on your terrace wishing you could kiss her,
wondering in whose arms she slept last night,
you stare into your half-filled glass of coffee and notice the resemblance to her eyes, her dark brown eyes you never thought were special

all you can think about is the sound of her laugh and how she loved to hold your hand
you know on her shoulders she carried the world
she didn't have much to offer but she promised you her world
so fragile yet certain to keep going
a universe as big as this, she always talked of meant to be
I guess we weren't, you think to yourself

as you light another cigarette you wish you had kissed her
she told you she loved you and you panicked, letting her slip through your fingers and now wishing you had held on to her a little tighter
all you can think about is who else is kissing her, does she tell strangers about him and write poems about his eyes?

the sun has set, your mug is empty yet your heart is filled with regret and anger
you know you can't get her back now
you know you've never seen eyes as beautiful as hers,
you just hope she's laying in the right arms,
even if you're not

let me kiss the sorrow on your skin
let me kiss the pain away, grow flowers inside of you
water them, pour my heart out to see them beautifully blooming
come as you are, along with your thorns and sharp edges
I will not heal you, do not count on that
I will hold your hand, remind you of the flowers within you
when you cannot sleep, i will sing to you
songs that have been written about you, us  
long before we were alive

It takes a sad soul to be able to write poetry.

Someone who has been through hell.

It takes a person with so much emotion,

To be able to understand poetry.

For it to really reach them.

Poets write to feel.

Poets write to find people who understand.

And more than anything,

Poets write,

In Hope's that their words,

Will reach someone just like themselves.

Poets write to feel less alone.

And to let others know they aren't alone either.

I see all of you.

Right down to your hearts.

I wish I had the chance to know all of you.

Your beautiful souls.

Please don't ever stop writing.

I need you.

All of you. ♡

When I called to make  reservations, they asked how many will be present
And I had to take a deep breath
Before I could say
Dinner for two
I hung up the phone
On the lady with the deep voice
I imagine her hair short and blonde, dyed
Beautiful dark eyes highlighting her defined face along with the a sharp jaw
Long legs, thin thighs
I imagine her thinking what an idiot I must be
Who calls like that? Who hangs up like that?
Probably thinks I'm lonely
No one to have dinner with
She must have told her friends about me, sitting in the kitchen and laughing
Imagining my hands shaking as I put my phone back in my bag

This is how
I ended up with
Dinner for one
This is why
I never called you
My hands were still shaking from that first call

I sometimes remind myself of you
with your ****** fists and smelly breath
you breathe out the anger,
you've been bottling up inside of yourself,
all in my face
funny it smells like alcohol

just as I thought I was over you and your hatred
I notice I still have your eyes and your nose
your fists too

I hate that I find pieces of you within me
and I cannot escape
to be who I want to be
you're holding me hostage inside my own body
I see you in my dreams telling me it's all going to be alright
I see you in the mirror, you've been crying all night

I hate that I blame you, you used to blame me too
for what's going on in your head
you let your fists speak first
I'm becoming more like you

we might look like
same eyes, the same nose

your heart is nothing like mine
i forgave you every single time