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 Jun 2018 Gabrielle Mckenna
enxch
I lowered my tone when I spoke to you,
I had chocolates today, chocolates that I dislike,
I laughed a lot recently, cracking stupid jokes,
I tried my best to be kind, even to strangers,
I craved for apple pie today those I usually hate,
I stopped bugging people, when I'm sad,
I learned how to be positive, by escaping,
I started drawing again because I miss it,
I walked alone on the street today, smiling like an idiot
I refused to get mad, because I shouldn't be

I'm trying my best

please
notice me

and help me
not feeling very well recently and here's just some of my thoughts, expressing them makes me feel a lot better; stay strong everyone
It's like your eyes can see right through me
in every photograph of you
One look is all it takes
and then I don't know what to do

I've convinced myself you know for sure
all the thing's I've tried to hide
And by never saying anything
I know what you would decide

So I'll save myself the trouble
and you the angst of saying no
let's just pretend this never happened
and now I'll turn and go
isn't it funny
how one day you're here
but the next you're gone
how one day you're my rock
but the next you're like sand
isn't it funny
people are fun
 Apr 2018 Gabrielle Mckenna
alexa
you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
It's a relentless cycle,
of pain and pleasure.

Those moments of pure agony,
fueled by instances of sweet, sweet company.

I told myself,
I won't fall victim again,
never ever,
will I have feelings for anyone.
Not anymore, at least.

My will has betrayed me,
with my heart feeling one way,
but my brain pulling me the other.

My mind tells me I have no chance,
and it's probably right,
but my heart fosters hope.
Hope that this time will be different.

I keep telling myself that
this time it'll be different,
but I know from experience that
it never is.

— The End —