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cassie marie Oct 2017
When I say his name I know what you feel
Like a kaleidoscope of butterflies just erupted in your stomach
The thought of him makes you wanna do flips all around
But you know you can't have him
You know he's not into you
You know he's into someone else
You know you'll never been good enough
But babygirl you just can't get over him can you
You're addicted to all his cologne
You're addicted to the way he talks to you
But he talks to you about the other girls
The girls you will never be
Babygirl trust me he will soon realize how great you are
But for now
You can't get over the way he bites his lip
It helps him focus
You can't get over the way he puts so much effort into his hair
It looks better than yours
You can't get over how blind he is
You almost tell him straight up you like him
But you know he'd just laugh in your face
You just want him to call you his baby girl
But dear theres a reason why they are called crushes
Because the crush your heart when they don't like you back.
I wrote this about my crush and honestly I'm proud of it. I just can't get over anything about him, and I know I'm just not good enough and I have to accept that
cassie marie Oct 2017
I love the way you lie
The poison that drips from your lips and keeps me wanting more
The way you lie is like a bee trying to find honey
I'm addicted to it
It's like a drug that I know messes me up every time
But I can't stop hitting it
The way you lie when you tell me you love me
Is the reason why I keep falling

Your scent keeps me from leaving you
The way I smell it as I drift away into sleep
Your scent fills my brain like the drugs of your words
It's like ***** to me
And I'm an alcoholic

You body keeps me grounded
The way your physique is next to me
All the cracks and crevasses of your face
The way you push me around with your muscles

But you are not good for me
And at some point I will leave you
But for now
Keep lying to me and saying you love me
Keep filling up my senses with your scent
Keep pushing me around and harming me
It's like poison
And I'm trying to die
LOL I HATE MYSELF FOR WRITING ABOUT HIM
But I had to get it out of me
hes not good for me
but I still love him
but I will move on soon
cassie marie Oct 2017
In this age of love it's no coming up to the door to meet the parents.
It's a simple text saying you are there.
In this age of love it's no real relationships.
It's we're just talking
In this age of love, cheating and betraying is a normal thing
Instead of just staying loyal.
In this age of love.
There is no hope.
I don't know why I decided to write this, but I did and it happened you are welcome. I'm supposed to be doing homework but oh well. Lol have a nice day~Silence
cassie marie Oct 2017
In this place we call home I swear none of us have the right morals to look up to and we’re all on social media wishing for acceptance in the for of likes and followers and views and friends on snapchat. In this place we call home were banning people from their dreams and are taken away from their families and are laughed at because of their color on the outside and not by the inside on the space of their hearts and is separated by who they pray to and how they celebrate their life. In this place we call home, we all have messed up minds.
the words just kinda flowed out of me and this is what happened
cassie marie Oct 2017
Dear the silenced girl in the corner
I know you're in pain watching all these pretty girls
I know you wanna look like them
Dear the silenced girl in the corner
I know you starve and strive to be like those cheerleaders
Take it from me dear it isn't worth it
Dear the silenced girl in the corner
You're fading away in the hospital, waiting to get those girls approval
Dear the silenced girl in the corner
You have my approval.
This one is from deep down in my heart. Ive had similar experiences like this and this just came out and flowed
cassie marie Oct 2017
I know a place where the roses all grow
Even through winter they still survive
I know a place where the roses all grow
Even when we pick them they still come back
I know a place where the roses all grow
This poem is about how you can make it through hard times. You're not alone. You will find your rosebush one day too.
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