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WickedHope May 2015
The girls say my skin's too pale
          And the boys say my hair's soft
                    But I don't really care either way
The girls say my bones are frail
          And the boys say my spirit's loud
                    But I could care less either way
The girls say my teeth are crooked
          And the boys say my whispers waft
                    But I don't have a care either way
The girls say I should be overlooked
          And the boys say I should be proud
                    But I don't care at all either way
idunno...drafts.
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**Old piece
WickedHope Dec 2014
Young man
Grown past us both
Having to carry
The world on his shoulders
Our suffering
Our torment
We force him to watch
In silence
While we scream
My younger friend found out about the extent of my self injury and suicide attempts today, after he found out about our mutual friend's (my ex(?) bestfriend) over the summer.
He has seen too many demons firsthand for his age.
WickedHope Dec 2014
I hate how crazy I get when my thoughts multiply
I hate how angry I get when my thoughts multiply
Where am I supposed to go to save myself from me

Where am I supposed to go now that you've left me
Please let me open my eyes and see you again
Please let me once again feel your arm's embrace

Don't forget the girl who smells like paper and ink
Oops, this totally went in a different direction.
- - -
He ordered me Paper Passion (it's supposed to smell like paper and ink) for my sixteenth birthday.
He was the only one who remembered my birthday that year without being told.
God I miss him more than anything.
I'll always love you, Andrew.
WickedHope Nov 2014
Don't forget to remember me
         when you think and wonder ridiculous thoughts
Don't forget to remember me
         when you hold a book upside down and pretend to read
Don't forget to remember me
         when you're friendless writing poetry

Don't forget to remember me
         when you go watch other girls preform and dance
Don't forget to remember me
         when you're tangled up in lonely sheets
Don't forget to remember me
         when you look at the clock and it's 2 A.M.
Miss me?
Forget Lake Michigan, please come back to the Atlantic
- - -
I wrote this around when I wrote "Meet Me...?"
WickedHope Sep 2014
He lied
And I still believed him
He cheated
And I stayed with him
He called me things
And I let him
He hit me
And I accepted it
He forced me
And I kept quiet
He didn't love me
And I loved him the whole time
Sometimes I wish more of what I wrote was fiction.
WickedHope Nov 2014
Don't "talk *****" to me.

I don't want that,
Not nonchalant naughty nouns,
Or violent verbs,
Or anxious adjectives.

I want to be drippingly adorned and intrigued,
By adjectives that ache and torment,
By verbs that are vibrantly vital and tantalize.

I want to be left longfully lusting after lambent language.
I want phrases
that are fantastically formulated
to keep my attention.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Shh, don't tell
Shh, don't tell
Is what he says
As he puts me
Through hell*

I was so unafraid
And utterly brilliant
My peace was taken by him
Now my brilliant light is dim
I wish I could shine brighter, but it's too terrifying.
WickedHope Nov 2014
don't tell me i make bad decisions,
  like i don't already know.
don't tell me i'm in the wrong frame of mind,
  i'm tired of frames altogether.
don't tell me i am a minority,
  because i'm a **** endangered species.
don't tell me i should keep my mouth shut,
  when i barely open it anyway.
don't tell me i don't know the consequences,
  because i do,*

i just don't ******* care anymore*.
WickedHope Mar 2015
Who* do I think I am, still trying, caring?
What is wrong with me that I cut myself up,
then complain that I bleed?
Where does the self pity and need cease?
When I don't even want you anymore
,
Why does it have to hurt?

How *does this keep happening
?
The **** is my deal.
WickedHope Oct 2014
I end up at your door
Desperate
I am only a temporary value
When I am boring
When I'm annoying
I'm tossed aside, thrown out
Let me change clothes
Hide my face
Stop talking
Don't have to say I'll
Become anyone you want me to
Just don't give me away
Don't pass on your toy
I need this demented attention
Or else I am nothing
Keep me close
I'll come over when no one else is home
This really needs to stop, but it's the most concrete thing I have.
FWB for semi-erotophobics.
WickedHope Aug 2021
It's like when you hear a song playing on gas station speakers at 1:30 in the morning and you swear you know it even though it is as foreign as wearing your left shoe on your right foot

It's like starting over a game to see if you get a new ending or find a new easter egg except you haven't started over and you're still staring at the credits

It's like being on a plane for your first flight and having the engine give out when you've just left the runway and never flying again

It's like holding onto a candlestick while burning liquid wax spills over scalding each of your fingers but the fame is too beautiful to put out

It's like being neck deep in the ocean with the spray coating your face and being unable to discern if the salt you taste on your lips is from your own tears or the waves threatening to drown you

It's like always falling asleep before sunset and never seeing the moon making you believe she was never real in the first place and everyone just wants you to look foolish
It's like writing notes telling your life story and putting them in code and actually meeting someone who has not only cracked your code but also writes you back

[Insert well-dressed penguin here]
WickedHope Oct 2014
Do you know what it's like to be me?
     To think so much
     Your eyes start to bleed
Do you know what it's like to be me?
     To hate your own reflection
     So much you can't eat
Do you know what it's like to be me?
     To despise your own addiction
     To the extent that you turn back to it
Do you know what it's like to be me?
     To be in so much pain
     More is what you need
Do you know what it's like to be me?
     To be terrified
     And want to die
Do you know what it's like to be me?
WickedHope Sep 2018
Crying in the street
Tears run thick
And I don't bleed
Contrast of how it used to be

Lying on the grass
Still and quiet
I don't dare laugh
No desire to fight it

People drive past
I don't stare
I scroll through likes instead
Likes though no one cares

Someone tries to speak
But they are mute
I don't like listening now
Tuning out's the only way not to lose

I'm not the same
So much has changed
Yet it's also deja vu
Years later I recognize you
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'd a dream, love, you called me your *"Little Dove*"
...I wish you would.
---
Just a dream I had last night.
WickedHope Nov 2014
i am alone
rusted and cold
without a home
or someone to hold

someone just love me
someone just care
please i need thee
i'll try to be fair

nightmares and terrors
are all i can conceive
you without my errors
won't you dream for me
Bad rhyming. Cheesy-stupid poem.
- - -
I need someone to dream for me, babe.
Please.
I'm so cold.
WickedHope Sep 2015
painting my nails
tastes like kissing you
- george
What the actual ****.
- - -
While I miss you, you couldn't miss me less.
WickedHope Dec 2014
******    fingernails

B l o o d y       p i n s

B l o o d y    r a z o r

I've  too  many  sins
My titles are getting more
... something
lately, aren't they?
- - -
I deserve to die.
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm spending my night listening to Breathe Carolina
Wondering if you're okay
You stopped talking to me and I don't know why
I'm trying to get high
And I'm thinking about how you should give up drugs
I'm slitting my hips
And I'm thinking about how they forced you into therapy
You wanted attention
But didn't
I am the same
Except when the world started to hurt you
You became a different kind of numb
I became a violent numb
And so did you
But our experiments went wrong
Went askew
You turned to Mary and Nicotine
I turned to Windex and Poetry
You picked up a razor for show
I hide scars under my clothes
You turned to *** and late nights with drunk men
I became a victim who couldn't say no
We are different kinds of numb
That float on each other
Except you drifted away again
With everyone else
So I'm spending tonight listening to Breathe Carolina
Breathing in chemicals
Wondering if you're okay
While I'm not
Drowning myself here alone
Just sitting here breathing chemicals, missing you and all your toxic smoke, love.
WickedHope Feb 2015
She falls asleep

The drops hitting the floor
Her tears
And her blood
Dripping along her skin

She falls asleep

The pill bottle crashing down
Her collapsing
After on the floor
Body colliding with the ground

She falls asleep
WickedHope Feb 2015
One half wants air
The other to drown
One remembers joy
The other only frowns

Split and torn
By love and hate
Tempting time
And teasing fate

One must win
And one must lose
I hate to say
But you must choose
WickedHope Nov 2014
Dying
Because
I            
Thought
I              
Deserved
A            
Chance
To      
Live
WickedHope Jan 2015
Why did you eat that?
Don't you know
You're already fat?

Everyone is staring,
At the way your skin
Is swelled and sagging.

No one wants you,
With all that extra cargo
You look 200 pounds.

Put the food down
And go for a run --
You look disgusting.

Why did you eat that?
Don't you know
You're already fat?
WickedHope Dec 2014
It's funny how you never cared                
when I told you I was falling      
      until I actually let you in close,
                    close enough to see it happen.
Maybe that moment wasn't as beautiful as I thought it was.
I ******* hate myself.
WickedHope Aug 2014
Embrace me, I dare you.
Hold me in your arms;
Break my walls down.

Kiss me, I beg you.
If only just once;
Pretend to pick me.

Love me, I love you.
I can’t seem to stop;
My chest is bursting.
WickedHope Nov 2014
As I'm dipping pretzels in my tea
My cat wanders on up to me

He rubs at my leg, as if to say
I know how you feel, you wish he'd stay

He climbs on my lap, looks me in the eyes
I know you wish he were here tonight
I know you miss him -- I miss him too


But then I realize, he probably just wants some food
My cat and I are a lonely bunch.
WickedHope Dec 2014
My hands just sit in my lap
Fidgeting with each other
Shoved in my sweatshirt pockets
Playing with my hair nervously
Tucked into my elbows with crossed arms
Grabbing onto my own body for stability
Retreated into my long sleeves
I wish someone would pull them out.
But then again, I'd probably die.
WickedHope Mar 2016
I'm seriously broken
I don't know how to be physical with you
Not when emotions are involved
How can I give myself away to a blank face
Given away to a blur of a stranger
But you, I can barely look at

I'm seriously broken
If I don't know how to love someone
With my body and my heart
I always pick and choose
And I don't want to do that to you

But I'm seriously broken
I can't give you the girl you want
I can't be the girl you'd love

All I can manage is a smoke littered conversation
And one night of less than empty sheets...
I hate myself.
WickedHope Sep 2014
Oh father,
Won't you see me?
I am your daughter,
And I've tried everything.
I know you never wanted
A little girl to love, to hold,
But please don't ignore me.
Just saying occasional hellos isn't
The same relationship you have with your son.
I just hope you can love me before my life is done.
I have 'daddy issues'.
Prompted to write listening to "Enough For Now" by the Fray
WickedHope Jan 2015
I want to write something ******,
But I'm too shy for that.
Welp.
WickedHope Oct 2014
Never grow up, take me away
To a distant Neverland
Where it's carefree, day to day
No need for an education
Or all these institutions
I want to run free amongst
The trees and the shadows
Takeaway structure and maturity
Embrace imagination, absurdity

I'll take my escape
Take it for release
Oh, Peter, Peter Pan
Fly me away to Never Never Land
...I've always had this thing with Peter Pan...
WickedHope Jan 2015
Please someone come hold me
It's cold here, I'm lonely
Trapped in this house
Please just get me out
I literally might run away from here...
I can't take it anymore,
but I have nowhere to go.
WickedHope Nov 2014
If I told you what a text from you can do,
Would your ego grow more?
I've always fought my hardest for you.
Always.
You motivate me to be normal;
To try.

You called me a *****,
And I strove to be pure.
You called me smart,
Made me top of the class.
Told me I was pretty,
And with you, I felt it.
You tell me you love me.
I've always meant it.
Always.
Oh, love.
I've missed you :(
You were the most beautiful lie I've ever known.
WickedHope Dec 2014
i want to be poetic
but i cant...

     i want to feel needed
     but i don't...

i want to seem together
but i’m not...

     i want to know something
     but i won’t ...

                              ...ever it seems
WickedHope Nov 2014
The drink stopped clouding

The chemicals stopped hazing

The pins stopped heightening

The blades stopped clearing

The poetry stopped calming

I need him
                    a new distraction
                                                    t­o make me
                                                              ­            forget everything that
Hurts
I can't
Can't
Can't
Can't.
- - -
My new distraction is anything but. He's an old heartbreak.
WickedHope Oct 2015
Cut off all my hair...
Pierce my face...
Hitchhike out to Seattle...

          You gave me up --
You can't stop me anymore.
WickedHope Sep 2014
How helpless do I feel when I can't fight him off
The pain is caused by more than verbs
He is bigger than me, he overpowers me
The new bruises
Like colorful explosions among my freckles
When someone cares to ask
Just say I fell
I'm so clumsy
So stupid
So worthless
They'll believe me like always
WickedHope Nov 2019
Tick...
Tick...
Tick
...
I am wrapped in duck tape
And C4
Tick...
Breathing feels dangerous
Or would be, if I could anymore
Tick...
My eyes are trapped open
Though I wish desperately they would shut
Tick...
I'm torn between panic
And not giving a ****
Tick...
Moving even an inch
Is horrific enough
Tick...
So I'm stopped by fear
That I'll blow everything
                                                 up.
I'm getting married soon holy ****.
WickedHope Jan 2015
If I love you
It means you
Can break me
If I don't
I could miss
Out on
Someone and something
Amazing
You're so much more than just amazing, ***.

Falling in love is... a lot of things. (too many adjectives to even begin)
- - -
For a guy, he knows who he is.
- - -
I only write **** lately, I'm so sorry.
WickedHope Nov 2014
Dark eyes make me melt

Light eyes pull me in

Brown eyes are my weakness

Blue eyes are my sin
I am kinda obsessed with eyes, and this little blurb popped into my head the other day.
WickedHope Aug 2014
I hide behind
My glasses lens.
How foolish is that,
When everyone
Can see through them?
Through me?
WickedHope Nov 2015
I'm just thinking of the man with his flawless rhymes and carefully calculated poems
And of the most poetic boy I've ever known
Wondering why I associated both of them with the color green

      ~       ~       ~

Green eyes
I've always wanted green eyes
Green is money
Green is growth
Green is spring
Green is life
But I've seen too much death
I've touched too much death
I've caused too much death
I've loved death
I've chased it, begged it, taunted it
Death is around me
I suppose that explains the blackness of my eyes

But your eyes
Oh the eyes that take away the pain
Those warm comforting eyes
That belong to a man I love so much it kills me every time I have to say goodbye
The man who I so desperately want to share everything with
The man who protects me
Who saves me
Saves me from the lies I tell without even speaking
My best friend that I can never keep
He is only on loan for brief moments
The moments I truly need him
The man who gave me love
The man who made me greater than myself

But your eyes
The hypnotizingly icy eyes of the boy I wanted to desire
I desired more than I was allowed
More than he allowed
More than they allowed
More than I could have
I lied lies he didn't believe
I guess that proves it
He was always smarter than me
A boy with eyes that could ****
Held his kindness close to his heart
He showed it to me in fleeting shadows and whispers
The boy who let me take a breath, though perhaps I held it in for too long
If this is about you, message me. Please.
- - -
Sort of a stream of consciousness... kinda.
Sorry this is ****.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Have you seen the boy
   with eyes blue and
   deep like the sea?

                               Have you seen the boy
                                  with eyes sweet and
                                  puppy-dog brown?

Have you seen the boy
with eyes that flicker
like golden flames?

                               Have you seen the boy
                                  with eyes greener
                                  than spring grass?

Have you seen any of these boys
   who promised to last?
Eyes are my thing... ;P
And these are four men in my life
that have meant a lot to me.
WickedHope Nov 2014
I tried to stop existing,
but obviously something went wrong.
.
WickedHope Dec 2014
I was skin and bones
He told me I was fat
I believed him

I am skin and bones and more now
He tells me I'm fat
I started to believe him again
The other day I was standing in the atrium of my school, when I could feel myself starting to black out. I reached out and called out for help, hoping for a familiar face. But everyone moved away from me, so I collapsed against the wall.

It was the end of the day, I guess they just all wanted to go home...
WickedHope Sep 2014
Sometimes
When I am too
Tired
Confused
Doubting
To pray
I just recite words
And pretend that
Faith will suddenly
Come to me
And that it's not
A dark abyss
I have to fall into
WickedHope Sep 2014
Let me fake a smile
Fake a laugh or two
I'm not real anyway
WickedHope Dec 2014
Someone, please,
                                c
                                a
                                t
                                c
                                h

                                m
                                e

                                b
                                e
                                f
                                o
                                r
                                e

                                I

                                h
                                i
                                t
                                     the cool pavement.
I can't tell if I'm falling or drowning,
but either way
I can't stop laughing or crying.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Once He (a) was my Two A.M.,
And I tried to make him (b) my Three.

But to be honest, from Ten to Six A.M.,
It's usually just lonely ol' me.
Two and Three are different guys, to clarify.
- - -
Two A.M.
He is my wicked hope.
- - -
If you know what I'm talking about message me.
If you don't, don't waste my time please.
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