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Kiahlee Mar 2018
Yet again my heart's been broken.
I cried on the inside when you said I'm just a joke.
I willingly let my heart get broke.
I fell into the trap.
Only to come back feeling like crap.
Every time I see your face,
I break down but keep a smile on my face.
I remember all those kind words you said.
I remember how my face would turn red.
But now I'm broken, crying in bed.
Trying to get over all those fake words you said.
All I ever wanted was love but when I open up, my heart gets broke.
  Mar 2018 Kiahlee
Evelyn Genao
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.
On the mask is a smile.
It’s always different. For every person.
With our heart’s torn and bleeding, we smile.
We numb and we hide and we pretend.
That everything will be okay. That we'll be okay.

We just want to hide our fear.
Fear of never being good enough.
Fear that no one will ever love us.
Fear that we won’t love ourselves.

It’s amazing, isn’t it?
What we can fake with a smile.
It hides our injured soul so deep.
That no one will ever know how broken we really are.

We say it over and over, repeatedly tucking away our hearts.
We don’t want to have it broken. Not again.
We act as if nothing is wrong,
That we are not breaking,
That we are fine.

They are such fools
Believing us so easily.
Can’t they see our pain? Our tears?
Are they even looking?
Is the smile that we wear too perfect?
Why won’t they notice?

No one ever thinks we’ll fall apart. That we’ll break.
But we do and sometimes that’s good, but not always.
There are times where we wish we could just break down
On someone’s awaiting shoulder
As they comfort our pain.
I hope you love and be sure to comment what you think.Also look at my other poems if you loved this one.
  Mar 2018 Kiahlee
Shannon
there are days where I sit and stare at myself in the mirror
picking apart every little flaw, every extra roll and
every bit that's not the right shape or colour
and I think, almost religiously,
that I am not good enough for you.

Becuase the truth is that I'm not.

You deserve sunshine and flowers on a summers day,
not a work in progress as dull as a winters night.

I say this to you and you pull your lips together with a sad smile,
look down at me
say
"But what if I prefer winter"

My boy that is not the point.
All I do is make you worry and I wanna be your sunshine but I just don't
think
i
can
be
that

yet

I'm a work in progress.
Incomplete
I was shattered just before we met and putting the pieces together
is
killing
me

And the things we don't talk about
things we shelve for a conversation in the
future.

involves things that only
"I love you"
might be able to fix.

through everything
recovery is hard
and each and every day is a choice
I need to make
to be better
and
I'm not always strong enough to make that choice.

I just want you to understand
my boy
my lovely amazing
perfect
boy

that sometimes I don't eat
and sometimes I want to die more than not
that anxiety is a being that rocks me
and sometimes I need the rush of pain
from scrubbing hard at my skin
or dragging a blade across it

it's not about you.
it's not something your presence is going to necessarily fix












But i want to try for you.
Maybe i can't be your sunshine
but maybe
i can be your cup of tea
your jumper
your girl
wrapped up in your bed sheets
on a cold winters night

you once said you had no problem
helping me pick up my messes
and if you stand by that

ill be your girl.
In whatever season you want me.
Kiahlee Mar 2018
I tell myself it's okay,
Even when the tears are streaming down my face.
Even though inside I'm falling apart.
I paste a smile on my face,
To hide the broken heart that's in it's place.
My forced laughter fills the empty space.
I tell myself it's okay,
Just to mask the pain.
Kiahlee Mar 2018
It happened again.
I opened my heart,
Hoping that it wouldn't get torn apart.
I really thought you could be the one,
You brought me sun.
You made me laugh, when I wanted to cry,
You helped me live when I wanted to die.
I really thought you were The ONE
But then you went and left me,
When I needed you the most.
You left me curled up in a ball on my floor crying.
Alone.
I thought you said you would always be there.
But here I was alone. And it was because of you.
I really thought you were The One.
Kiahlee Mar 2018
A soulmate is someone who loves you for who you are!
You don't have to change for them to accept you.
They cared about you and stood with you when nobody else would.
It's someone who helps you become your best self.
They know you better than everybody else.
And above all they will always love you.
No matter what!
A friend asked me once What's your definition of a soulmate?
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