It's all just
caught up with me
and now I
don't know what to be
watching raindrops on the glass
like the tears I hide
the ones I can't cry
in the name of pride
I forgot how black the night could be
standing under the moon the color of dawn
ghostly glow and just like me
consumed by darkness half is gone
I know the phases change
thing's will be whole again though I
have seen icy winters but
nothing's cold as goodbye
Well I
guess I misread
our story
a fiction in my head
Twilight crept in
like mist on the lake
you always seem to
give less than you take
and I watched the starlight fade
right before my shattered eyes
seems a flame can only burn
so long before the candle dies
and I know
that I'll be okay
but I wish
I could've found a way
to make you stay

You need to be brave enough
To hold my hand
Even though haven't been declawed
You need to be strong enough
To lift me
Even though I carry heavy burdens
You need to be kind enough
To hold me
Even though I'm made out of shards of broken glass
You need to be tough enough
To be near me forever
Even though I am burning fire
Because love is impossible
But if you will be
All these impossibilities
I'll be all your impossibilities

Please repost if you want ti be someone's impossible
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my poetry

If Love could fall in love
Maybe She would leave us mortals be
Maybe She’d quit cursing us
If She could feel the agony
Of seeing the one you love in your mind every moment
And knowing they can’t see you
Not in the way that you view them
But you can’t let them go no matter what you do
Or if she could feel the anguish
Of loving another soul so much it hurts
And that love is why it hurts so bad being unable to forgive them
After they shove you in the filth and dirt
When someone who has passed this life
Is the only one your heart can think of
That crumbling feeling might halt Her cruel games
If Love could fall in love

If Love has hurt you before to, please repost.

If you fall in love with fairy tales
nothing can compare

it'll haunt you like a memory

that was never really there


and if you're thinking that you got it

It will just crash to the floor

and you'll watch the cracks appear 'cause you can't

take it anymore

watch it crumble down to pieces like a

slowly dying flame

as the triumphs turn to teardrops cause

it just isn't the same


when you find that the glass slipper fits

you mistake It for a sign

then you find out that the glass can break

while you're promising you're fine

the rose is losing petals and

your Prince won't come its seems

you've been sleeping in your tower but

living off false dreams

this is not the way it ended

in your fantasy

where's your knight on shining armour?

now your waking up to reality

I used to think love could be measured in length.
Arms stretching as far apart as possible.
The way a child says I love you thiiiis much!
I thought it could be measured in time
Forever. Eternally. Everlasting.
I thought it could be measured in depth.
Love far deeper than words. Beyond death.
I was wrong though.
REAL love cannot be measured.
Love is made out of many things.
Mainly loyalty, trust, admiration, and caring.
If one of those things goes off balance
it can be measured
And what can be measured can fade
And therefore it is no longer love
If something such as admiration
were to tip the balanced scale
It would ceases to be love that you feel
But REAL love is impossibly endless.
Infinite
in a way none of us could ever fully understand
Beautiful
Haunting
Precious
Love.

Telling someone who is honest enough with you to admit they suffer the pain of feeling eternally unbeautiful that they are being annoying and making you uncomfortable and falsely self-deprecating, vain and attention seeking is like telling someone who is continually being stabbed that their screaming is annoying and making you uncomfortable and they are faking their agony and being overdramatic and attention seeking. Certain pains you just can't see. It doesn't mean they don't hurt and burn and shatter you. There are different kinds of pain. And this one is anguish like no other.

If you tell me about how I need to forgive ONE more ****** time
Or about how he secretly loves me and will come back to me
Or just in general if you comment on even ONE more of my poems with freaking MORONIC advice I don't need...
I swear everyone within a five mile radius of me will die.
You do not understand half my poetry
You tell me the guy I'm writing about in my poetry loves me but didn't know how to express it to me
Honey, that poem was about a lost friend who happens to be a girl. Not a guy.
Lots of my poetry is old
I post it, retyping the words on worn pages
I tore out of old notebooks
Just little snapshots of old emotions I used to have
Fleeting feelings I once had
And captured in ink
I don't even feel that same way anymore
But you seem to be under the impression
That every poem I write is current
So don't you dare
Give me advice about situations you don't understand
I don't even WANT the guy to like me anymore!
I don't even LIKE him anymore!
I don't WANT him to prove it anymore that he likes me, you don't know what the hell you're TALKING about!
And it is not a question
It is a FACT
I don't want him
He doesn't want me
And I cannot stress this enough
I. Don't. Want. Him!
Stop giving your opinion
On things you don't even know the first thing about
Because frankly
It's just making you look
REALLY idiotic

I'm sorry this is more a rant than a poem but I had to get it out.