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 Feb 2015 Trā
Kevy Almighty
I use to be happy.
I wanna be happY again.
I still need someone to talk to; But that's my problem. 
I need people to make me happy. But then I get so attached and comfortable that my happiness is based on other people.
Its like I've been alone so long that when I find someone that gives me attention,  I get so attached to the point where I crave their attention.
It's like I'm not happy unless I get it.
I don't wanna be weird. I don't wann be clingy. I don't wanna depend on anyone for my happiness. 
I wish it would stop. I really do. But its not my fault.  I may be able to stop it but it would be hard. Be if I can stop it, wouldn't it actually be my fault?
 Feb 2015 Trā
Kevy Almighty
Why is it that your first love leaves you ****** up?
Like how can something that was once so good scar you so bad?
How can someone that 'loves' you, hurt you so bad?

Crying for hours.
No sleep.
No trust.
Outrageous anger.

You left me in so much pain.

Love.
Trust.
Attention.
Loyalty.
Honesty.
I gave you it all.

But what did you do for me?
Lie.
Cheat.
Make me look and feel like a complete ***.

***** you left me resentful.

Now I'm not safe.
I'm not comfortable.
I feel lost and incomplete.

There's no more love inside of me.
No more trust.

I'm just full of insecurities and hatred.
I'm just numb.

Unbreakable.
Stronger than I've ever been actually.
Emotionless.


But now you see me on my grind.
Feelin myself.
Being successful.
Doing me.
Why you coming back?
Playing like you know me?

See let me get things straight.
You might be able to crack me, but you can't break me. The horrible state you left me only made me stronger.

When a female has a strong head on her shoulders,  she can never be broken. The blood rushing through her head creates stability.
She's independent.
It might be a bit rocky at first, but trust me, she gon be good with,  or without you.
What you thought you destroyed, was just a bit of reconstruction going on. Renovation for bigger and better.


Just look at the beautiful creation you made.
 Feb 2015 Trā
Inked Papers
Maybe, poets write because they have unstable feelings.
Maybe, poets write at 2am, in order to ease it.
Maybe, poets write to contain their feelings in to it.
Maybe, poets write *hopelessly.
Maybe, poets write at 2am hopelessly hoping, that, someone, on the other side of the earth, someone is awake to read the poem.

*And maybe someone awake, maybe, to care.
Maybe one of Hellopoetry's purpose.
 Feb 2015 Trā
Rachael
the devil.
 Feb 2015 Trā
Rachael
He had..

Bright eyes.
Soft hair.
White teeth.
Dark skin.

An..

Alluring voice.
Aesthetic body.
Infectious laugh.
Esoteric mind.

He was..

Cut from a different cloth.
The one everyone wanted.
Forever dominating my thoughts.
The reason I had to live.

And when we ended I realized that..

I sat with the devil,
I laughed with the devil.
I danced with the devil,
I slept with the devil.

I fell in love with the devil man,
Please believe me.

-{r.r.r.w}
dedicated to the one  who owns  my mind.
 Feb 2015 Trā
Rachael
in my spotless mind,
i had a blue dream.
deep in limbo.
somewhere in the ocean..
wading.
with my lover.
do you remember?
no?
well, it's cool.
with promises of eternal sunshine,
we wade a little deeper.
he holds me close & whispers in my ear,
"you're so brave."
we wade further until we are completely submerged.
floating deeper & deeper,
i felt the pressure and grimaced.
he mouths to me,
"why aren't you smiling?"
i grasped his hand firmly and pulled him toward me.
in his arms, we kicked until we resurfaced.
he smiled at me and I smiled back.
we kissed; he tasted salty.
we swam to shore.
we sat on the beach in a tight embrace.
he kisses my hair and says,
"I live for your love, die for your love."
I whispered,
"and I do you."
I look up at him.
"pretty bird", he breathes.
and in that moment, I knew that I was souled out for him.
{r.r.r.w}
for my spirit animal as a constant reminder of the way she feeds my soul.
 Feb 2015 Trā
Stellar
not a poem
 Feb 2015 Trā
Stellar
make sure
you change
your bedsheets
before sunrise

i don't want you
to miss me
while i'm already busy
moving on
with my life
 Feb 2015 Trā
Alexis Danielle
You asked if I was okay
I said I was fine
But you didn't think twice
About leaving my side

But I'm not okay
I need you here
Because the wretched night
Brings out my darkest fears
 Feb 2015 Trā
JaQuise Caldwell
My friends convince me that you're worth it.
Convince me that you deserve my
time, my
love, my
patience, my

PATIENCE is wearing thin.  
My clocks no longer showcase the wasted
time that your
sorry
***
excuses
now fill.

... I am convinced that you clearly don't deserve me.
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