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R B M Nov 2019
The rain comes down
In sprinkles
Pit pit pit
Riding my bike down the hill
Feeling the gentle droplets of rain
Smelling the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
At a decent speed now
Pitter pitter pitter
Hanging my jacket on the rack
Shaking out my wet hair
Smelling the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
Pouring now
Pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat
Opening the window
Grabbing new book
Smelling the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
Hard and fast
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter
Shutting the window as it gets to wet
Closing a finished book
Wishing for the smell of the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
Flashes and booms overhead
Pitter patter flash boom pitter patter flash boom pitter patter flash boom
Hiding under the covers
Anxiety making its presence known
Trying to hold on to the smell of the fresh dew scent
R B M Nov 2019
I hate the breeze
Bringing soft chills
I hate the sand
Filling between my toes
I hate the salty smell of the ocean
Stinging my nose
I hate the laughter
Ringing in my ears
I hate the beach
Symbolizing the end of summers
The annual day trip
Not that I don’t mind the school year
Love it actually
It’s just the anxiety of going back again
And feeling like the chalkboard has been erased
Feeling like all you’ve accomplished has gone down the drain
Because the stress of the new year comes
I can tolerate stress
I like to stretch myself thin
Adding so many things to the top of the mountain
To stay out of my house longer, and more frequently
It’s just the anxiety of going back again
R B M Nov 2019
There isn’t a whole lot to say at this point
It’s not like you listen anyway
No matter how many tears I shed
It won’t change the fact
That my problems don’t matter to you

I can go so long
Without thinking a minute about you
And then something happens
And my mind slips
And you enter the scene

You shine so bright in my eyes
Even when I’m hating you
And every time, the tiniest things
Draw me back to you
And makes me believe again

But you always find a way
To turn me once again
Back to ignoring the fact that you even exist
Because you take all my happiness away
And make my life hell, even when heaven is your kingdom

It has come to the point
That I don’t feel like talking about this matter anymore
You’ve never listened to my problems
So why should I listen to them either
There just isn’t a whole lot to say at this point
R B M Nov 2019
Puke
Every other Saturday
When you go the entire week,
Sometimes even two,
Without eating an actual meal
And then you go to a place
Where someone is actually paying attention to it
And you don’t want them to be worried
So you eat
More than you want to
You puke
Not on purpose
But it still happens
And I’m not worried
But others are
They pretend they are
They try to get me to eat
But their effort isn’t there
They’re just trying to show that they’re worried,
Even though they’re not,
Just for reputation
But my dad is actually worried
And I don’t understand why
He doesn’t care about anything
And no one else really cares about this
So why is he worried
I’m fine
It’s not that big of a deal
I just don’t eat when I’m not hungry
I don’t need a chart
You don’t need to shove food down my throat
Really it’s fine
And I do eat
Snacks
And other small portions
To keep me fine
I know how to stay fine
You don’t have to worry
Every time I puke
R B M Nov 2019
I’m worried
That you’re going to get annoyed
I can’t stop thinking
That how my life runs
Will annoy you
But that’s something I can’t help.
I can’t help
That I have to go to my dad’s house
Especially when I haven’t been in two months
And have to catch up on weekends
And I can’t help
That my mom is strict
And my phone usage is restricted
I can’t help
That I have anxiety over the tiniest things
Like being late to class
And I feel like you’re getting annoyed
I’m sorry
I really really am
You matter so much to me
But I’m worried that how my life works
Will annoy you away
And I don’t want that
But I don’t think I can change any of it
I’m still required to go to my dad’s house
And will be until I’m eighteen, probably will go still after
I’m sorry
I’m still living a strict life at home
And I will for as long as I’m related to my family
I’m sorry
And my anxiety controls me
And I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon
I’m sorry
But none of those things stop me from loving you
I’m just worried that they’ll stop you from loving me
I’m sorry
R B M Nov 2019
You are the Marshmallow to my Lilipad (How I Met Your Mother’s cutest couple)
You are the Jim to my Pam (The Office’s cutest couple)
You are the Gilbert to my Anne (Anne of Green Gables cutest couple)
You are the Harry to my Ginny (Harry Potter’s cutest couple)
You are the Hans to my Leia (Star Wars’ cutest couple)
You are
mine.
R B M Nov 2019
I read this sentence like I’m shouting from the rooftops
I LOVE YOU!
I read this sentence like I’m whispering in your ear
I love you
I read this sentence like I’m missing you five minutes before you leave
I love you
I read this sentence like you’re the only one that makes me happy
I love you
I read this sentence like I need you to hear it
I love you
I read this sentence like it’s only meant for you
…because it is...
I love you
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