Aug 23 · 203
Apology
jewel Aug 23
I'm sorry, that I can't relate to picture perfect or the happily ever afters in fairy tales. I'm sorry that I always get stains on my brand new white shirts, and when I color I can never quite seem to stay within the lines. I'm sorry whenever I hear the word magic, it reminds me of my first heartbreak. Because magic is just a series of illusions, and anything I've ever loved has turned out to be one big magic show. So forgive me when your innocent lips spill the words, "I love you", and all I see is a rabbit being pulled out of a hat to stimulate my heart beats to quicken as if to simulate the applause of a crowd. And when I say I will break you I do not mean you are an un-boiled egg in the jaws of a lion, no. I mean you are the Titanic and you are full of beauty, potential, and confidence. And as you glide along my icy hearts surface you will eventually hit an iceberg that will tear you apart. Leaving you with nothing but splinters of who you once were. I'm the darkness that lingers in your light. I'm the shadow that's constantly there but only occasionally seen. I'm evil, but I don't want to be. I don't want to be what I am but I can't change. I love you. And it is because I love you that I want you to take a magnifying glass to the windows of my soul. I want you to see the tainted parts of who I am and come to hate it, hate me. To watch you put out the torch you carried for me and light a new one for someone else will sting more than 1,000 cuts from a red hot blade. But in this agony I will find peace because, true love is about protecting that person. And in this case my dear harmless dove. I must protect you, from myself.
Aug 23 · 156
Come Back
jewel Aug 23
Rewind two years to the time that we met. You always use to tell me that was a day you would never forget. Now I'm sitting here waiting for you to answer my texts. But I got back burner status when I became just an ex. We went from best friends to strangers in just one day.. I keep begging you to come back, but you keep drifting away. And it's not okay. I'm not okay. I remember taking pictures like it was just yesterday. And you said you would stay. So please tell me why you're not here babe. Sorry that's wrong of me to call you. It's just habit I guess. Who would of known loves like a bullet to the chest. But you're already talking about how you're on to the next? And how you love her, and you need her, and she don't make you stress. But you know you only want whats under her dress. Cause nothing can replace the kind of love we had. And I know deep in your soul this is driving you mad. So please come back. Just please, come back.
Just another empty love poem
May 26 · 115
Morning Messages
jewel May 26
ME -

"I'm okay" I try to reassure myself. "I will be okay," then I glance at the clock.


It's 3 am, and here I am once again. Sitting on the floor with tears in my eyes, remembering when you told me you weren't like all the other guys. And you weren't. You were worse, you did things they could never do. Like actually making me fall in genuine love with you.


"He'll come back" I whisper under my breath. "He promised."


You told me your secrets, and you held me to your chest. You'd wipe the teardrops from my cheeks, you made me feel blessed. You'd look me in the eyes and whisper I love you. Oh how badly I wish, I'd never believed, the beautiful lies you spoke to me.

Send

3:04 Text Message Delivered

3:09 Read

... Typing ...



HIM -

"This clingy bitch again?" He mumbles to himself.

It's 3 am, and I just got this text. It's another fucking rant, from another crazy ex. I aint tryna fall in love, I aint tryna settle down, but here's my deepest apologies for fucking around. I wanna be alone, but I don't like being lonely. And I can't get my fix from my bro's and my homies.

"Well fuck, she was loyal, and she was always there. Maybe I do actually care..?"

Look I aint mean to break your heart, I'm sorry bout that. I know it means nothing but here are the facts. I'm genuinely sorry, and I really want you back.

Send



I'm sorry but the number you're trying to reach is no longer accepting messages from you



You're too late.
This is just me having a conversation with my ex in my head. I loved him so much but if he ever comes back it'll be too late. Because I've waited for months and he hasn't come back. It's time for me to finally move on.
Mar 1 · 152
End.
jewel Mar 1
We're free as a nation,
yet slaves as a people.
Not physically abusive,
but this mental thing is real.

Living on the fantasy
"Everything will be okay,
pain can't last forever
eventually it'll go away."

Promises mean nothing.
I'm sorry; just a phrase.
Your actions are predictable.
I'm tired of these games.


Just let it End.
Feb 20 · 975
I have .
jewel Feb 20
Have you ever held someone for the last time?

But not physically.

Have you held the thoughts, the memories, the love, the pain, the vulnerabilities, the pictures, the songs, the texts and secrets of someone for the very last time..?



I have.





Have you ever told a lie that held some truth?

But not completely mean it.

Have you ever told someone that you're okay, when you're depressed, miserable, and completely torn apart. But yet in some twisted, and sick way you are okay. Because unhappiness is all you've ever known...?



I have.






Have you ever broken someones heart?

But didn't regret it.

Have you ever put your heart on the line for someone you value above and over anyone and anything in this world, but broke your own heart in the process because what was best for them, wasn't best for you..?



I have.



Have you ever wanted to just not feel anymore?

But you're in love with pain.

Have you ever just wanted to take a bottle of pills, or walk out in front of a moving car just because, life is too hard. You don't want to be alive anymore but yet, in all the chaos, you find peace in your misery because out of everything that never stays. Out of everything that changes and altars, it's always been there for you. To wrap you up in a blanket of depression and tuck a pillow of anxiety under your head. While singing a song of your worst fears as you close your eyes and drift into a second reality filled with the monsters in your head.

I have.


Have you ever fallen in love..?

But not in reality.

Have you ever fallen in love with the imagination of something that you know you'll never reach, touch, hold, find, or ever see. Have you ever fallen in love with the pictures the demons in your head paint? Have you ever written down how you feel into a million tiny words then set fire to them and watch them go up in smoke much like your efforts, and possibly entire life..?

I have.
Just my thoughts.
Feb 19 · 95
Her.
jewel Feb 19
The lies and deceit had me crying in defeat.
Pain surges through, why'd it have to be true?

You've loved her since you saw her, and you've wanted her but now.
You've played me, betrayed me, and left me lying on the ground.

Damn.

I didn't see this coming, my hearts broke, I feel like nothing.
My thoughts are all in a blur, and all for what?

Just fucking, Her.
About a two timing man whore.
Feb 16 · 298
Exfriend, Exlover.
jewel Feb 16
I'm sorry that I can't relate to picture perfect, or the happily ever afters you fondly recite from your fairy tale books. I'm sorry that I always get stains on my brand new white shirts, and when I color I can't quite seem to stay within the lines.


I'm sorry when I hear the word magic it reminds me of my first heartbreak, because I fell in love with the illusion of a person I didn't really know. I wish you could understand that everything I've ever loved has just been on big magic show.

So forgive me when your innocent lips mumble the worlds "i love you" and I hear nothing. But rather see a rabbit being pulled out of a hat to tug at the strings of my heart. Stimulating my heart to beat quicker as though replicating the applause of a cheering audience sitting in chairs just as cold and hard as their soulless hearts.

My love when you ask about the caution tape around my body, and I say it's because I'll break you. I do not mean you are an un-boiled egg being placed in the jaws of a lion. No, I mean you are much like the Titanic. You're beautiful, strong, and full of so much potential. People look at you and admire you, because you are a true work of art.

But you want to set sail across the surface of my icy glass like waters that engulf my shattered, and broken heart. And as you glide along with such confidence and surety you will collide with a splinter of my oozing heart. You will hit into my iceberg and be left with nothing but pieces of who you once were.

I will forever be the darkness that lingers in the light. The unseen shadow that is only remembered when cast into the light. I don't want to be what I am, but I can't change. I love you, oh how I deeply, and painfully love you. And it's because I love you that I want you to take a magnifying glass to the windows of my soul. I want you to see the tainted parts of who I am and come to hate it, to hate me.

I will force you away from me in away which you will not be able to understand or fight. And I will watch in agony as the torch you once carried for me now burns for someone new. It stings more than 1,000 cuts from a red hot blade, but the pain of one tear drop rolling down your flawless face because of my imperfections would cause me more pain than anything I can imagine.

Fret not my little dove, I will find peace in and among my pain. True love is protecting that person above all else. And sadly, my love, my oh so handsome love, I must protect you, from myself.
I wrote this thinking about my best friend. Someone who became my entire world and so much more. I saw that they had a good life, and were full of genuine happiness, and as soon as I became apart of their lives my personal problems and drama would cause them unhappiness. I knew I wasn't someone good for their life, so I pushed myself away until he found a new girl and began talking to her. Not being able to handle my emotions I knew eventually I'd cause problems between them so I decided to further my distance from him and quit being his friend entirely. All in his best interest, and all at my loss and dismay. But one more person in this world was spared heartbreak. And for that, I'm truly happy.
Sep 2017 · 197
Dear Bully
jewel Sep 2017
In first grade you accused me of having a stutter, just because I couldn't speak as fast as the others. So I studied really hard, and now I speak just fine. But in third grade that didn't matter, cause you'd made me a sign. You labeled me something, now it's stuck in my head. Along with all the other names and mean things that you've said. In fifth grade I didn't try out, for the cheer leading team. You said I was too fat and that I couldn't fit my jeans. Seventh grade came around, and I was slim as a stick. I didn't eat much anymore, so you labeled me an anorexic bitch. Each day that went by, I got more and more depressed. Until one day I decided to just not get dressed. I slept all morning, and woke up that night. Then for hours with my thoughts I did endlessly fight. Ninth grade crept up, there was a huge school dance. You knew who I liked and said I didn't have a chance. Everything you said, I eventually believed, until that one day senior year, I saw what most didn't see. I saw your father hit you, I found out your mother had died, I watched you run into the bathroom with tears in your eyes. I found out you were failing, and heard your boyfriend had cheated. And it was right then and there that your spell I defeated. It was the end of senior year, and I knew I wasn't the problem. I had been living to please you, and you pinned me at the bottom. You had the issues, you were in pain. But I'm my own person, and that you can't change. You brought people down, because your ship was sinking. But I've abandoned ship, from now on I'll do my own thinking. I'm not stupid, or fat, and I didn't have a stutter. I'm not ugly or worthless, and my crush said we're perfect for each other. I'm following my heart, I'm chasing my dreams, and from this day forward. I'm living for me.
Sep 2017 · 874
Shallow
jewel Sep 2017
Recently I've noticed, that the world's skin deep. We've stopped looking past our features, and started scanning from head to feet. Closed minds don't matter, when your legs are open wide. Just like a personality is worthless, when you only want physically inside. We say we want to find love, but only indulge ourselves in lust. Just  to wind up brokenhearted, and wondering who we can trust.
This is just a short poem I wrote when I was dealing with some fake people.
Sep 2017 · 201
Blame It All On Me
jewel Sep 2017
Baby blame it all on me. I'll take your pain, I'll set you free.
I don't care about the facts, just pin it all upon my back.

We can stay up and fight all night, I'll say I'm sorry, turn out the light.
And then I'll cry until I can't, but I'll take credit for the rants.

I'm the fuck up, I'm the problem, and I'm sorry that I can't solve em.
But I'll try, and I'll say. That's it's alright, you're okay.

It wasn't you, it's just me. I'm the problem, can't you see?
So then you'll blame it all on me.

But I'll take your pain, if it'll set you free.
So I let you blame it all on me.
Toxic Love Is The Worst Kind
Aug 2017 · 214
On Your Own
jewel Aug 2017
The lights were dim, casting a faint shadow over your rounded lips.
You placed your hand on the table, and with the gentlest of eyes you peered into the very depths of my being. My fingers intertwined with yours, and my cheeks tugged at the edges of my lips as I tried to fight back a overly idiotic smile. I lifted my eyes and looked right back into yours, as though they were but a window into the things of your past, but I merely closed the curtains. For all that mattered in that moment was the heat I felt sinking into my skin from your hand holding mine. All that mattered was the way your eyes glistened in the faded lights, and the way your lips seemed to be taunting me to kiss them. I don't know the definition of perfect, and I know nothing in life is. But I do know that happiness is very real, and I was so genuinely, and confidently, happy. You then drove me home, oh how I wished the miles could of drug on forever. Stealing glances of your picture perfect portrait as you had your eyes on the road. But my favorite was attempting to steal a glance only to find you already looking at me. It wasn't love, no, not yet. But it was the kind of happiness you search a lifetime for, and when you find it, your life kind of just feels, complete. I wanted to kiss you, but I'm glad I didn't. As I watched you casually walk back to your truck, I held my breath to keep myself from calling out your name. You see, just because in your book, everything is going smoothly like a fairy tale. You're not the author of the other persons novel, and to you, my handsome prince. To you I was merely apart of your introduction. See you hadn't even wrote your first chapter yet, and I had thought we were writing the last one of our pages, together. But you, you wanted to be;

on your own.
This is about a guy I met and thought we were going to have something amazing. But turns out he just wanted to be on his own, and have fun along the way.
Aug 2017 · 275
Love Always Wins
jewel Aug 2017
Like the ever taunting waves that crash violently upon the sea shore. I could feel the force of your soul beating on the
walls of my fragile heart.

Like quick sand the harder I tried to fight it, the quicker I sunk into a deep well of
bitter sweet pain. There was good pain, though. Like that feeling you give me when you stare into the window's of my soul
triggering my veins to swell and heave with nervous energy.

Or that pain when I explain something dark and unpleasant but
I can see the understanding in your eyes. The look of knowing what I've gone through, because you've experpienced it
yourself.

Your smile, it's mesmerizing. Like the first snowfall on a early Christmas morning, your smile casts a beam
of happiness into the hollow halls of my heart. And like dancing sparks drifting from a fire, my feelings for you burn on
into the night.

You didn't get my permission to enter into the
crevasses of my tired heart. But the moment you did, I was no longer just alive, I was living.
To the guy who sets a fire in my heart, and puts a skip in my step.
Aug 2017 · 191
Self Conscious
jewel Aug 2017
Will I ever outgrow this constant state of failure. This so called Karma, or "bad luck" that seems to haunt every path I tread. Like a shadow, it's presence is constantly there, just not always visible. Will I ever be seen as perfect? What defines perfection, what makes one perfect, how do you obtain this title, and how do you keep it. How can I become anything besides myself.
Depression eats away at my soul, and these are just some of the many thoughts that made it from my mind to paper.
Aug 2017 · 733
Swept Away
jewel Aug 2017
Hand in hand
We walked across
A bridge we built
On perfect flaws

Below our feet
Ran a river
Of broken hearts
And dreams that withered

Cringing at
This dreadful sight
I clung to you
And held on tight

I looked into
Once beaming eyes
Then suddenly
I realized

My heart was breaking
I was falling in
You had pushed me
To my end

And as I plunged
Into the blood
Of broken hearts
Tears, and mud

I grabbed your hand
And said not today
I will not be
Swept Away

I searched your eyes
And begged for love
But all I got
Was another shove

Drowning in the pain of others
The blood washed away
The scars I'd covered

Trying to keep
My fears at bay
I refuse to be
Swept Away

Holding onto empty lies
My tears became the rivers pride
It grew in strength and pulled me under
Out of hope, and way out numbered

Opened my eyes
For one last glance
Hoping for
Another chance

Reached one more time
But to my dismay
I'd finally been
Swept Away
I wrote this when I found myself in a toxic relationship that I knew was bad for me, but I loved him and didn't want to let go. But eventually, to my heart's never ceasing pain I found away to let go, and found myself to be swept away in emotions, agony, and a strange sort of relief.

— The End —