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Alex Paul Oct 2012
You are no longer real
Its feelings you cannot feel
You sit there and sleep
While I make bounds and leaps
This relationship you're in
It wont last until the end
(You wont understand
until you love
but you wont love
I guarantee that)
You will hate yourself and not know where to go
Your mood will switch and act real low
Because in the end, since youre not real
You wont have anyone. Thats the real deal
Another one for You, Mary.
Alex Paul Oct 2012
My mind is like a rolling film on a movie spool
Always changing but still showing the same basic pictures.
Pictures of people I've seen in the past.
Images of the lights and darks of life.
I will not let this movie mind-**** me.
I will never go back to those pictures.
Instead I will burn it
Burn the spool into a desired fire
Torch it and **** all things inside it
This movie was the story of me and you
Goodbye
Alex Paul Oct 2012
Somehow there is something
that always happens to me
whenever I am hanging out with a guy
Someone always has to ask him
if I am his girl
and I answer no
we are just good friends.
It’s not the first time
that a guy and a girl hang out
where all they are
are just really good friends.
Although I just wish
that I could say I am his girl
because I do want to be someones girl eventually.
I guess in all honesty
I am just getting a tad bit tired
of being single
That’s life
and you don’t always get what you wish for.
I’ll just keep waiting
until someone comes my way.
This is not my poem. This is a good friend of mine's poem that I enjoyed. Her name is Pricilla Hincapie. She originally wrote it as prose but I turned it into poetry.
Alex Paul Oct 2012
I hope I find someone
someone that makes me feel
as comfortable about myself
as you did.
I hope to find someone
that makes me feel like you did.
I wish that person could be you
but time and place
are not on our side.
Maybe in the future,
but right now
I’ll just keep waiting
Waiting for that person
even if it isn’t you.
This is not my poem. This is a good friend of mine's poem that I enjoyed. Her name is Pricilla Hincapie. She originally wrote it as prose but I turned it into poetry.
Alex Paul Oct 2012
As much as I want to.
As much as I know I can.
You wont let me.
You don't care, but you wont let me
I want to do it so bad.
I want to end it all and leave you to rot,
But you wont let me.

I want to do it with my knives;
Drive them deep into my arm
And pull them out
Watch my blood pool like the ocean we swam in.
See the highways of my arteries
Just like the ones we used to ride on.
Look in the mirror and see my face
The same face I made when you said
We are over.

But do you know what 2 years does to me?
It eats me alive like the sushi we used to eat.
It ***** me over like all the friends I used to have
It makes me sick to my stomach
It rips my senses out
It rips the me out of me

I can't function when you are gone,
But when you are present
Whether that be in messages
In like, In love
I always know you're there
Staring at me
Waiting for my next move
So just when I do something good
You can eat me alive once more

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