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791 · Feb 2015
Warning Label
WickedHope Feb 2015
Mine got ripped off
All that remains
Is one word

CAUTION:
789 · Dec 2014
Waste, A Waste (10w)
WickedHope Dec 2014
the faucet's dripping...

i wonder when the water will
    
                                                              r                                               ?
                                                                 u                                        t
                                                                       n                            u
                                                                                            o
#thingsiwriteonmyarms
788 · Dec 2014
Lying With You
WickedHope Dec 2014
I'd give him
                      anything if
              he'd let me
                                     continue
              to lie
              
              here
                          staring
      into his eyes.

That's all I
                       want.
WickedHope Nov 2014
i seem to be great at                              
                              at­tracting lust
yet god-awful at                          
                           attracting love
Part of Ember Evanescent's latest challenge, Sinful Talents.
786 · Oct 2014
Music is-
WickedHope Oct 2014
my
             favorite
drug
                        ...
my
                    best
addiction
785 · May 2015
Stop Giggling.
WickedHope May 2015
That's about me
Talking about me
You hate me
I know you're looking right at me
Talking about me
Laughing at me
Pointing at me
Whispering about me
Paranoia.

- - -
I dunno, thoughts...
WickedHope Dec 2014
I never asked you to be the exception to all my rules
But it's happened and I don't know how to take it back

So I'm asking you to come find me tonight
I'll be the one waiting under the bright lights
The girl singing off key, hoping you'll find it in you

          To just maybe love me
          Is there any chance you could love me

I never asked you to come along and charm me that first day
Talking in charades with those striking blue eyes

So I'm hoping that perhaps you'll think of me tonight
I'll be the dancer waltzing through your dreams
Praying you just might take a second glance at me

          To just maybe love me
          Is there any chance you could love me

I never asked you to make me fall in love with you
There isn't any grand thing about you that draws me in

It's your little idiosyncrasies that are my addictions
I know I'm bad luck and poor company
And I'm unfortunately terrified of my infatuation

          Oh, but I do love you
          Is there any chance you could love me
I wish I was worth the risk, but I understand I suppose.
Though my understanding doesn't stop my heart aching.
- - -
783 · Nov 2015
I used to be held, once.
WickedHope Nov 2015
you hear the crash
shattered glass
shards fall like tears
and scatter like ashes
sharp angles glitter
glitter and shine

don't touch
don't help
don't salvage
don't hold


do not touch the glass
you'll smudge the reflection
leave prints
don't leave prints
when you let go they'll be left behind
burning deep into the fibers
like hands holding embers
like scars of war
cuts will leave scars
so

don't touch
don't help
don't salvage
don't hold


the broken glass leaves stains on your hands
on your clothes
on your mind
on your heart
blood pumping
blood pouring out
blood run cold
more than a fracture
jagged edges that will never fit the same

so *don't touch me*.
WickedHope Dec 2014
b  l  a  n  k                s  p  a  c  e  s


c  o  l  d       ­              f  a  c  e  s


e  m  p  t  y                 p  l  a  c  e  s


and then theres me… somewhere...
Boop.
WickedHope Dec 2014
She can see something beautiful in everyone
        She reads more books than anyone else I know
She gives people presents '"just because," even though she can't afford it
        She has a cute accent that's stronger when she's upset or tired
She would travel around the world for someone she cares about
        She never forgets those who are kind to her
She always smells really good
        She is always honest
She likes to sleep under the stars -- literally
        She fights for what she believes in, loyal as hell
This is bad, but here you go George.
WickedHope Oct 2015
The dreams and the crying and the dreams and the crying and the wondering whatever the **** I did to deserve this. Waking up in a cold sweat, tangled in sheets and emotions that cling to my skin like scars, like tattoos, like you. Who the hell even cares right? Who cares about what I wake up as at two a.m., three a.m., four a.m., five a.m., noon. Who cares when I'm standing naked and still can't take off the things that weigh me down. Who ******* gives a **** about hearing that kind of news and not being able to forget how much it hurts. The knife that keeps on stabbing you in the chest, and you can't feel your feet or your arms or your fingers or your lips, but you can't escape the feeling in your chest -- the throbbing in your chest. My heart is too broken to break is what I used to comfort myself with, and now I can't sleep and now I can't move and now I  can't breathe and now I can't live without you.
Why did he have to **** you?
- - -
So much.
780 · Feb 2016
Sensory Memories
WickedHope Feb 2016
As I walk to meet you, the flashbacks set in...
          Of running to greet you out in the rain,
          Of two am phone calls that erased the pain...
          I remember whispering I love you.


With your strong hold, embrace me; keep me close.
          *I recall the first time I felt safe with you...
Found in drafts. Missing a friend who will never just be a friend.
778 · Oct 2014
Cover Up (10w)
WickedHope Oct 2014
The only time



I removed my clothes



He looked disappointed
WickedHope Oct 2015
i'm tired of crying
i'm tired of late nights
i'm tired of dying
of sirens and bright lights
Make me shut up.
Please.
WickedHope Nov 2015
everything just hurts
and i wish i had you
instead of these stale words.
I wish I didn't ruin everything. I wish I was less of a child.
I'm sorry I'm skittish and rash.
775 · Oct 2021
Second
WickedHope Oct 2021
Why are you so ******* scared of me loving you
Was it her using you to fill his void
Or the second she
Who used you to wait for him
Are you scared of who I could be
Or who I am
I gave you second second chances
I let you choose first
And I'm still not sure why you cast me aside
You turned me into a shadow of she and her
Stealing what I could get
I gave you until the last second
For a second second chance
But when it came to me I barely got a second glance
Now that we are different and another warms our beds
Do you ever even for a second wish it was me instead
I don't know why you let me go when you still wanted me to stay.
775 · Jan 2015
Our Vacant Room
WickedHope Jan 2015
Once we spoke of a room,
A fairly small room,
We could both run to.

I don't quite know what
You sought out of me,
All I wanted was to call
Your arms my home.

But it's quarter past midnight,
And I'm in our room alone, again.

I'm betting that, out of me,
You never wanted more
Than pictures and some words.

You don't need me like I need you --
You never did.

Maybe it's time
I finally stop needing you too.
All you've ever wanted was an interactive fantasy, wasn't it?
- - -
I hate you for doing this to me, but you'll just say it's my fault for caring.
All I am is weakness.
- - -
Remember the one poem out of the hundreds I've written you that you actually asked for? I take it back, especially the lines about beck and call.
- - -
**** this ****, I need to forget for a while.
- - -
775 · Nov 2014
The Burn (10w)
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm ****** twenty different ways.

*Somehow the pain always stays...
774 · Jan 2015
01.29.15
WickedHope Jan 2015
I play with fire
I drown in rain
I scream please help me
Someone take this pain
"People I care about need to stop dying," says the suicidal one.
.
773 · Dec 2014
Meals
WickedHope Dec 2014
Everyone leaves
                                                  for lunch break,
           and I'm left here,

questioning my appearance.
Been struggling with anorexia nervosa for years.
Trying to do better. Hopeful I stay that way this time.
773 · Aug 2014
Haunted
WickedHope Aug 2014
i thought about you again today.
yes, in that way.
its impossible to forget you it seems.
was it me,
was it it you?
is it crazy to
think one day you might love me?
i am alone again,
two am,
and you promised to always be there.
i am insane,
and in pain.
i just wish you,
i just wish for you.
you would always give the best advice,
about everything in my life.
i just cant seem to push
my memories of you
away,
at least not today.
and i wonder did you maybe
think about me today?
yes, in that way...
766 · Dec 2014
Written Language (10w)
WickedHope Dec 2014
You know,

words are just letters

thrown together in clumps.
765 · Aug 2014
Scarred
WickedHope Aug 2014
so afraid of being overlooked
so completely misunderstood
finding the perfect way, finally
to make it all about her
eyes now looking and faces now smiling
she grins back uncomfortably, desperately
I need this. I want this. she silently convinces herself
in a leather miniskirt, so small
you can see it all
I'm not afraid. I need this. I want this.
hand on her knee
he sees me
hand on her thigh
this is what I wanted, right?
mouth on hers, held firmly there
by a man she'll never love...
just close your eyes,
it only has to be for one night.
**(Attention is overrated...)
764 · Oct 2014
High School
WickedHope Oct 2014
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat

your mind we melt
your soul we steal
so numb and clueless
that nothing feels real

watch your sense of self conform
everyone is desperate to fit the norm
lie to each other, say we're unique
just trying to be similarly separate
strive to be the same without anyone knowing
lie and claim do we
I am special, I am one of a kind
but we are a race occupied
with wasting space, with wasting lives
letting ourselves, our dreams, our relationships
lay to rot in waste and die

be unique
strive for independence
when all we ever shall do is:

receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
Wrote this a little while ago for a reading.
This is for CD, because, yeah, you know why so ;)
763 · Oct 2014
Can We Just
WickedHope Oct 2014
listen
hugs
air hockey
books
woods
astronomy
driving
music
tv show marathon
poetry
cuddling
waking up
real
Can today be a good day?
(Not really a poem.)
WickedHope Dec 2014
you don't love me.
I'd change it, whatever it is. I'd do anything for you.
Because once, you'd have done anything for me.

...
763 · Jan 2015
"Made Too Pretty"
WickedHope Jan 2015
My mind lies to my heart, says,
We don't love you,

My heart lies to my mind, says,
We hate the pain,

But my mind knows,
Just as my heart knows,
How addictions work.
Idk why this song made me write this. There's literally like no relevance.
Go listen to "Made Too Pretty" by As Cities Burn, it's been stuck in my head all afternoon/night.
762 · Sep 2014
When Music Stops
WickedHope Sep 2014
You and me,
Listening to Italian rock bands
Promising it'd never end...
The music stopped.
WickedHope Apr 2016
I remember my young body
Barely free of stitches
You placed me on a motorcycle
And laughed when I crashed
Title is a line from "Daddy's Little Peach" by Emery
754 · Oct 2014
Fidgeter
WickedHope Oct 2014
So I'm a fidgeter
And when I think of you or see you
I wiggle my toes
Rub my buckling knees together
Twirl my hair (just a little)
Bat my eyelashes a bit
Smile and grin
Pulling my mouth in every direction
Tug at my clothes
Play with my jewelry
Interlock my fingers or let them flit about
Crinkle my nose a tad
And my heart does a jig of course
What do I do, when my fears mingle with my feelings for you?
752 · Nov 2014
God Forbid I Be Me
WickedHope Nov 2014
Oh Heaven, don't let your kid really be me.
God forbid,
I want to be a writer, maybe a poet, for the rest of my life.
God forbid,
I love her, though it's forbidden I dream of her again.
God forbid,
I grow up different than you had planned for us.

Oh Hell, don't let your kid really be me.
God forbid,
I live your religion better than you and your illusions.
God forbid,
I walk through the door and plead for peace, just once.
God forbid,
I draw another "dark" sketch and tape it to your mirror.

Oh Help, don't let your kid really be me.
God forbid,
I wear a skirt or shorts or skinny jeans and people see.
God forbid,
I remember all your transgressions and don't let them go.
God forbid,
I stop pretending and show you the psychopath you've made.

But you will never be able to give me help,
that would mean pointing fingers at yourself.
God forbid that I've ****** up my life like you did yours.
Mostly to my mother.
Just a rant-type.
751 · Jan 2015
My life in 5 words:
746 · Sep 2014
What Is The Cure?
WickedHope Sep 2014
the    other       day
                 she     asked     me
         what           is                the               cure
                                       i            simply    smiled
                               and      turned    away
      because   i    didn't                  know    how                to    tel­l             her
    that
                                               i
                                               don't
                                               know
746 · Sep 2014
Is This An Act
WickedHope Sep 2014
Am I simply another small task,
A distraction?
Or do you actually
Enjoy talking
To me?
746 · Jan 2015
I L(ie to)ove You
WickedHope Jan 2015
I wish I knew what part of I love you was the lie
The part where you whispered it
The part where you called it a lie
The part where you ran away
The part where you promised stay
Old piece.
745 · Sep 2014
Levels of Courage
WickedHope Sep 2014
Do you understand?
How crookedly broken I am?
I want you to hold my hand,
But I am so scarred now,
Afraid to be touched by a man.

Do you see?
My face flush when you're talking to me?
With you I want to be,
I long for you presence,
Being near you makes me so happy.

Do you feel it?
Deep in your heart, deep inside it's pit?
Thoughts of you and I can't sit,
I need to move, to pace.
... But you don't feel this.
My thoughts are as jumbled as my feelings and words.
Do you notice, when I talk around YOU, my nervous slurs?
743 · Dec 2014
Who? (10w)
WickedHope Dec 2014
Good luck figuring me out
I haven't even done that.
740 · Jul 2021
Whoever Said...
WickedHope Jul 2021
All is fair in love and war
Was full of it

Because how can something that burns so quickly and leaves charred corpses in it's wake be fair
How can something that uproots the lives of many while leaving the lives of those adjacent fine
It is wholly unfair fall victim merely for being in the wrong place or time

Battlefields consume souls
No matter their varied geography
The path is always the same
Destruction can not be avoided nor cheated
Like Sister Death, both lie in wait
Lurking and prowling to devour the unfortunate ones
Praying for fairness that doesn't exist
WickedHope Mar 2015
You just shot me in the chest.
I get it, I upset you. And I'm sorry.
But **** did that hurt like hell.
737 · Aug 2014
Take Me Or Leave Me
WickedHope Aug 2014
Well, I may not be perfect,
I may not seem worth it,
But I am me,
With all my insecurities.
... *Don't you think I'm lovely?
WickedHope Aug 2021
I can still feel the wrongness of your fingers caressing me
I can still feel my heart beating so hard it's trying to jump out of my throat
I remember trying to move your hands off of me
I remember your hands kept coming back
It broke me when you held me still
It broke me when you got to decide
I'm still numb from wanting to love a monster

Maybe if I fight he'll go away
Maybe if I fight he'll give up
Maybe he can't see I don't want this
Maybe he can't tell
Maybe I did something wrong
Maybe if I stop moving he'll stop
Hands
There are hands everywhere
My hair my throat my chest my thighs
Maybe he can't tell I'm crying since it's dark
There are hands and they won't let go of me
There are hands that rip out my heart
And they leave it
Right there on the floor
He steps on it before he leaves
I wasted so much
737 · Oct 2014
A 'Lunch' Full Of Reminders
WickedHope Oct 2014
He reassures me over his plate of food that I'm not that insane

He  reminds  me to consider medication
I      remind    him that it's my life
He  reminds  me to consider eating food again
I      remind    myself I need to hide it better

He  reminds  me that I have good inside
I      remind    him that I hurt the ones I love
He  reminds  me that I've been worse
I      remind    him I've been better

He  reminds  me about how I ruined us, but that's past
I      remind    him that I ruined us in the first place
He  reminds  me we were naive
I      remind    him that it was never a game to me

He  reminds  me I have a future
I      remind    him that I have a past
He  reminds  me that I have a present
I      remind    myself that I shouldn't wait, should act
Want to do something sometime?
Or just hang out or something?
(God, I'm so bad at this... but I want more...)
736 · Sep 2015
Painted to dry.
WickedHope Sep 2015
Paint me.
If you can't paint, then
Paint me.

          Let me be a draft:                                                           ­                       
M o l d e d       from        your
   muse,
All of your    PASSION    in one place
                                                           ­                         And then
F o r g o t t e n*      or*      *trashed.
735 · Jan 2015
A Six Word Story
WickedHope Jan 2015
Maybe






I'm not really worth it.
733 · Jan 2015
My Liquor
WickedHope Jan 2015
Why is my skin
                         a    c    h    i    n    g
               for you
                            when
                                                everything about you
          should
                      r    e    p    u    l    s    e
       me?
I can't.
WickedHope Jan 2015
Babe,
You've been distant
The whole time
You've been home...

I see you out with her,
And my soul is crushed.

I always thought,
That out of the two
Hearts you broke,
I was your favourite...
He broke both our hearts,
but I always thought that he loved me a little more.
But he said no to me, avoided me,
and went out with her recently (as friends, but still).

Why does my heart end up in pain no matter what?
WickedHope May 2015
A delusional, desperate high
Where I seem to have
Made more of a stranger
Of the boy with the blue eyes
I'm sorry.
Please talk to me again.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Magazines tell me how
                                           pretty
I am.
School tells me how
                                           smart
I am.
"Friends" tell me how
                                           funny
I am.
Instructor tells me how
                                           talented
I am.

Can't I just be
                                           me?

With no comparative quality necessary?
Bleh. Don't know why.
- - -
Gonna dedicate this to Kay, my "Rose."
hellopoetry.com/dearestdarling
727 · Dec 2014
But You Keep Going (10w)
WickedHope Dec 2014
That moment
you realize
you're too emotional
to be conversing.
Well, ****.
726 · Feb 2015
Verba
WickedHope Feb 2015
Scrape the safety out of my eyes
Let the tears wallow, watch me cry
She saw my wrists and laughed at me
I've "cursed myself" is what she believes

She never understood
My favorite type of art
Tells me it's evil work
And I'm breaking her heart

Ancient tongue we no longer speak
Upon my skin in chants to preach
Simple font in words concrete
I write about the things I've seen
Sooo much inability to form coherent thoughts. Sorry my writing ***** guys.
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