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Nathan Wischropp Jun 2016
Let's write a poem together. One that's cute. About the sky and why it's blue. A new kind of poem. Remember that time we split that cone? I still can't believe you dropped yours.
Maybe I should just give up on this site. I love reading other people's poems just, I can't write my own.
Nathan Wischropp Dec 2018
A short story of star crossed lovers who can’t even touch ones finger tips.
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Nathan Wischropp Nov 2016
Why him over me?
You can't even handle your own soul.
Nathan Wischropp Jul 2016
I left you because I couldn't stand the thought of watching you be the one to walk away.
I broke up with you because even though it hurt walking away. I feel better knowing you weren't the one to say the words.
Nathan Wischropp Jul 2016
I have to let you go. You don't see it but darling I see you with him and I hate it.
I'm better off without you. I know what we had was real. I've never been happier then the days we spent together during our adventures. I know you'll do something great for the world one day; don't settle. Never forget who you are Karen. Thank you for who you've made me become. You have opened my eyes to the universe around me and for that I'll always hold a special place in my heart for you. VS the world baby.
Nathan Wischropp Oct 2016
What a waste of not only my time but my money.
With you I wasted blood and smiles.
I wasted my eyes and heart looking at you.
I wasted my breathe speaking to you.
My life was better before you.
Nathan Wischropp Sep 2016
Why do I always poor my heart into someone that leaves me out to die.
Why don't you finish the job and stab me in the eye?!
I ask and I beg; I plead and I cry
Why can't I **** myself only God holds me back.
If there is a God then why am I torn.
If he's watching me cry then why doesnt he help.
Because there is no God.
Yet I can't **** myself.
Nathan Wischropp Jun 2016
Everytime you tell yourself you're not worth it!
Everytime you tell yourself you're worthless!
You're being lied to.
And in that case...
The liar is you.
Nathan Wischropp Sep 2016
I'll get down on my knees
Won't you kick me in the face please
It'll make everything I say sound like poetry

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