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Sheri Harrington Sep 2014
Time to pretend I'm okay again
Time to put on this facade again
Time to act like I am sane again
Time for my mind to arrange again
Sheri Harrington Sep 2014
I won't forget
That time you called me beautiful
Was like no boy could have made me feel
Coming from you, it was honest
It was absolute truth

And I'll never forget
That time you told me
"Nobody wants you here
Why don't you just go"
And I told you you're wrong

I hate you
The way you go from
Pushing blades in my skin
To holding me soft,
"It's okay, I'm here"

I love you
The way you remind me
That everything is temporary
That no matter who comes and leaves
You'll be right here with me
Sheri Harrington Sep 2014
There she goes again,
Running laps through my brain, though
No competition.

Worlds couldn't compare,
To the way she says my name,
Slipping out like silk.

You inspire me,
Just by being beautiful,
Your pure intention.

I'll never forget,
How kind you were to me then,
Your pure honesty.

"Five syllables here,
And seven syllables there,
Are you happy now?"

Yes I was, darling,
Because I was there with you,
And you were with me.

Cuz I'm just some girl,
Like I've told you once before,
Who really likes you.
Haiku c:
Sheri Harrington Sep 2014
I was so young
That light-headed blissful ignorance,
"Fifty minds
Fifty lines
Fifty crying all the times
Fifty ways
Fifty lies
Fifty I'm gonna change my mind
I changed my mind
I changed my mind
And now I feel indifferent."
Nineteen months later and you
Give me the same
Piercing
Sharp
Lightning strikes
Thunderstorms
Hurricanes
Consuming my consciousness
My eyes roll back and
I give into
Letting the corners of my
Mouth
Separate
Fly, fly away
You
You do this to me
You alone
Sheri Harrington Sep 2014
No agreeability.
Force herself right into me.
See how she hides everything.
Oh but yet she can't accept
My bisexuality.

No, honestly.
Why am I still pondering?
Why am I still wondering?
Why the **** am I sitting here
Worried about what my momma thinks?

Seriously.
I don't worship Deities.
She said I did recently
Why do I even care when
She can't read me decently?

It's not fair.
I know what I feel there.
I talk to Him, I'm not scared.
I don't need to be treated
Like I'm spiritually impaired.

The last time
I've committed no ******* crime
I'm not replica of your design
This body I walk in,
This body is mine.

And despite of your words that burn
I will keep loving my life.

— The End —