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WickedHope May 2015
Your pointe shoes still hang at your window
Your trophies still top your bookshelf
Your certificates are all there, filed neatly
Your jar of compliments is on hand to read

So stop forgetting who you are
What you're worth
Think of the tears you dry
Think of the smiles you're thrown
Think of your "sisters" who want to be you

I love your hair like hay and your eyes like midnight
I love the curve of your waist and the crooked smile
I miss the the laughter that you gave everyone
I miss the safety that you provided for the wondering

I miss the girl before the scars
On her body and on her heart
:P
Just another Thursday.
  May 2015 WickedHope
Rockie
Truth is naked,
Forbidden.
Grossly unwanted.

Truth is naked,
Beautiful.
Strangely charming.

Truth is naked,
Shy.
Horribly amazing.

Truth is naked,
Blunt.
Strangely compelling.

Truth is naked,
And absolutely wonderful.
WickedHope May 2015
remember that thing
that thing you hated
that thing i made you do
that thing we are going to do together
i am going to see you today
really see you
actually see you
for the first time
the first time ever
the first time in two years
two long years
you will see me
remember me, the girl
remember me, the girl
say you'll remember me
that girl you called
you called
you called me Maybe and i called you forever
you and i
remember that thing you hated
that thing we're going to do today
**For the record, he bailed.
WickedHope May 2015
Memories,                                        
memories,
                                         memories,
trickle down my throat
like *
bloodied water.
  May 2015 WickedHope
Aquinas
I ****** up big time
The clock won't give me the right change in dimes
I'm trying to find
A way out of this life

I'm running out of lines
To write my rhymes
One day I'll make you pay for your crimes

I'm no slave to you or the things that you do
I hate the way that you make it seem fine
But no matter what I do I can't escape you
My clock's running out of dimes
I ****** up big time
  May 2015 WickedHope
Aquinas
Sometimes                                           I            ­                      feel like an oreo
Always caught in                       the middle                    of two great forces
I'm haunted by                            decisions                  that I regret so much
But I know that                          the choices                    I could have made
Would still make                              me                                     feel the same
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