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629 · Aug 2013
Bullets and Sentences
It's not easy.
We want our daughters to be women that respect themselves.
We want our sons to be men that want their freedom, that respect their women.
I remember in my social problems class two suburban white kids fixed their mouths to say
"Parents don't give them enough attention"
Well, what exactly can a mother do once her child leaves the house?
Once they step foot into reality they are their own person.
My mother has raised a son, and I swear it was the hardest years of her life.
She warned him, she punished him, she helped him, she medicated him, she isolated him, she nursed him, she wrote him, she visited him.
A mothers love can only go so far.
She wondered where she went wrong when she handled everything perfectly, but she never gave up on him.
But it's hard for a woman to raise a man, when all the men around him have been in the same situations he's tempted by, and somehow they've all lived to tell the tale.
The streets have a hold on our black men.
And as much as we want them to learn to love their lives, they never know until its taken away by a bullet or a sentencing.
625 · Feb 2014
Opposites
Except he thinks I'm
Crazy
Weird
Creepy
But he laughs at my jokes
And tells me when he wants me closer
So he likes my crazy, weird creepiness
And I like his accent, his intellect,
his hair, his good
614 · Oct 2012
Hidden Treasure
The greatest worth that goes unnoticed.
Existing independently waiting to be found.
A few have been close, lingered amongst the vicinity.
Never knowing what they were missing out on, never knowing a treasure needed them as much as they needed it.
Shamefully stashed away, someone promised to come back for it; Calling dibs on diamonds.
Abandoned. No X to mark the spot.
Worth a lifetime of romance and riches, but no one will ever know what's beneath the surface.

She's waiting to be found.
609 · May 2013
Artifacts
She wrote her feelings out for you.
She wanted you to know how she felt at every minute of every day.
She needed you to see the pictures she painted of life so you'd never be left wondering
No matter where you or she went
Her poems would remain
Her art never revealed names
But you knew because the words always spoke to your soul
Whispering memories you tried to escape
She wanted to be able to leave this earth with no what ifs or doubts
She tattooed her feelings in a notepad and published them to the world.
Even the naked eye could see her heart on every page.
But only you knew where her heart was, only you knew the pictures she painted because you painted the picture with her.
If she left this earth today, she'd be at peace knowing a piece of her lies on this earth still
The piece that was written for you.
606 · Jul 2013
Lake of the Devil
I went in eager to escape the city
To release the toxins that were polluting my
Mind, body, and soul
At a lake named for the devil
603 · Jan 2014
The Art
I feel guilt.
As I stroke his palms with my finger tips after we made riddles, poems, and limericks
But all I can think of is what I should call this figure. So I try to find inspiration drawing words from tracing his outline as his brush strokes my page. I hear riddles. poems and haikous as I wonder what exactly he can be defined as: my man, my fling, my boo? So we paint to draw a conclusion as I make limericks with licks and he adjusts brushes to make us, all the while the two vibe making designs. And at the end of this creative process maybe the end result will name him as mine.
603 · Sep 2012
Untitled
Yearning for a heartbeat
Begging for a breath
Dreaming of a blinking eye
Having
Affairs
With
Funerals
While I had weddings, and births waiting for me
Back home.
Having *** with the dark
When sunlight waits for me to return to
Make love with her.
Kissing knives when I could be caressing rose petals.
Walking with my mistress
Barefoot in a cemetery
Because my wife never ventures
To that part of town
Life, my love. Death, my mistress
My life is my love
But death intrigues me.
Death needs me.
Death desires me
But my life
She loves me
She dreams of me,
She vowed to always be here
A promise
She is incapable of keeping
Death has caught up to me
She whispers
That she can take the pain away
Take away my regrets
Take away my stress
She promises me a future of fun
But I tell her
“Death, you should never promise me future”
I leave death
Until she calls my name
For the last time
I venture
597 · Jun 2014
Jojo
I hear his breath next to my ear.
I feel his heart beating against my own.
There is nothing better than this moment simply because I realize he's my best friend.
If I am alone, it is by choice because
Each night I find him at my door begging entry
Just to be next to me until the sun rises again
His paws rest on my neck
As my arm is stretched across his small frame
He uses my face as his pillow
Wrapped in each other
we sleep peacefully
And I wonder if I'll ever be as comfortable with a human as I am with my bad *** dog

*Jojo
594 · Jul 2013
Good
It felt good just to be held, to feel wanted.
I hadn't felt that way in so long.
Someone just holding my hand
Without me asking
A touch that needn't go any further because it was meant for its sweetness
It felt good to be the reason he was ignoring his texts, the girl he wasn't afraid to ***** and hold in front of his friends or tell them he would marry me
His hands said everything through my clothes
It felt good to keep my clothes on for a change and still be turned on
He made me feel good, I felt wanted again
594 · Jul 2012
Summer Lovin'
Summer nights spent in kisses and embraces. Each summer different than the last, each kiss sweeter. The summer when I was 16. Monumental. Now I'm 17, and in love yet again. It's different, because he isn't mine, but in mind he is not hers either. I spend days thinking of him, building feelings throughout the day that explode into ****** nights. And I know one day it'll end. Summer love never extends or it shouldn't. When I was 16 it extended. And I was, or at least I thought, in love and miserable. Confined. But summer brings new found joy along with sunlight, freedom for most.The nights bring mystery and stars. And in my case the nights bring me love.
584 · Apr 2013
Untitled
So basically the secret fear that I've been harboring and is preventing me from being completely positive is the idea that I'll never love someone as much as I love/loved you. While you're living in happiness and love, I'll still be looking comparing each one to you. I'll question myself should I give in and confess all my built up nerves, thoughts, and frustrations hoping you'll give me something that will guide me in the right direction. But I answer my questions with "it'll never happen. let it go. how much rejection will you take?" I don't know. I'm teetering between oblivion and rejection scared of what you'll think of me. And I cushion my potential fails with excuses such as "I just want to be friends" or "I just miss your conversation" to hide my love. I just wanna know what really happened and if I even matter. I know I don't not nearly as much as I used to. I wonder if you even think of me. Speak now or forever hold your peace they said. I'm afraid to speak because I fear a response that won't lead me to peace..
583 · Jan 2015
46.
46.
Love people whose names you aren't afraid to speak at high volumes.
Names that can stain your teeth with melancholy as they paint over laugh lines of euphoria.
Love a name that tells you a story as it rolls off your tongue, syllables as sweet as children in summertime.
What is in a name?
Mothers, fathers, lovers, wanderers.
Love a name worth remembering.
582 · Nov 2012
Jungle Fever.
Was I suppose to wait? Wait a while? I became impatient, and my worth was conquered by my wild. The purity became spotted, as the full moon glowed.
578 · Jul 2014
Forrest Gump
running on my mind*
Flowing through the river of day old conversations that still make me laugh like the moment the words left the lip of your mouth
574 · Nov 2012
Dry land
"Maybe we got too deep into this thing we're doing."
Swim out. Stop swimming, stop diving in so deep.
Drag him out, resuscitate him.
Give him a new life where he can relive without me.
Cure him of my smiles, my embraces, the tender touch of my limbs.
Ban him from my pools.
Don't let him in.
"Maybe we got too deep into this thing we're doing."
Maybe you should've learned how to swim.
572 · Sep 2012
Running
"time don't go back. it moves forward. can't run from the pain. run towards it."

Never can I forget a painful memory. Especially if it's recurring, existing, thriving. Just knowing its out there, waiting for me. I can't sit around waiting for something good to go bad if I know it's gonna rot. I cant help but question when, how, and why.  The feeling of being helpless because I'm too small to stop it, but my heart too big to act like it never happened. Nauseous from something that hasn't even happened yet. Palms sweating. Fingers wont stay steady. Earthquake through my body. A thought, simply a thought, an image that triggers a thought, a person that triggers a thought, a statement that triggers a thought, a feeling that triggers a feeling. But I'm part to blame. I run to my pain. Catalyst to catastrophe. Casanova of chaos. Running.
568 · Jun 2014
Temper
Thoughts stampeding through my mind as my eyes try to focus on pages of words.
Images of myself clashing with those of Jean causing me to neglect the story she's trying to break down to me.
It's just hard to hear her over my screams.
Visualizing the car scene that took place just an hour ago
Envisioning myself as the demon
Wondering if I was overreacting...

Replaying all the scenes where my anger fuse has dwindled too fast
My mouth pained with a quick tongue
Curious if a drink would've calmed my nerves

I just hope people don't replay these moments like I do...
I've inherited my mothers temper followed by my fathers guilt. It's no fun apologizing to yourself for your emotions. I find myself pained.
566 · Jul 2012
Ghost of Imperfect
A collection of imperfections, the stained broken glass. I'm the dandelion seed in the wind that the grass hesitates to catch. The last of the snow that refused to melt. The last breath the animal takes before the hunter strips away his pelt. I'm the same teenager often seen by adults, smiling and cheering but keeping inside my dark thoughts. Haunted and tainted, I'm the friend of a ghost.
565 · Jun 2013
Rain
My tears fell from the sky today.
First lightly, a slight tapping
Then they picked up
hammering on heads as
you hammered my heart.
I saw them fall where you always pulled up
Before you pulled out
They ate the sun and burped a grey shade as
heavy as my heart.
I lay in bed in the darkness, helpless, hopeless
Shedding tears in and outdoors
Thunderous roars of abandonment
A swarm of windshield wipers couldn't wipe away the desire to hold you
No rain boot known to existence to protect me from stepping into a situation that is bound to be painful.
I heard the population complain of the violent rain today
If I wasn't hiding in my bed
I'd tell them only you can stop the rain that falls from my face today
562 · Dec 2012
My Prayer
A constant friend you are and will always be. As days pass, I find myself with less and less. Time spent as my own companion. I don't ask for reasons as to why my life has become this, I ask for strength. Strength to preservere with myself and to seek patience in others. This is a crucial point in my life and at times I feel as if I'm all I have. I lose sight of the fact I will always have you. Remove the enemies, Bring close  friends. Allow me to appreciate the loyalty around me. Ease the stress I bring upon myself. I give you permission to take all of me and morph me into what you see fit. Your will has led me here, I pray you carry me through.

Amen.
560 · Nov 2012
Happy Birthday to Me
My existence touched someone.
For a moment I've mattered, been the reason for a smile.
Years of imperfection perfectly spent.
18.
559 · Dec 2012
New Loneliness
I'm scared of my lonesome.
The silence is empty of sound.
My presence empty of you.
The first day is the longest, these tears are my most recent visitors.
They're my substitution of you.
The bed we once embraced in, the couch we shared laughs and kisses, the door we always said see you later because it was never goodbye.
Today is the hardest, I'm missing you the most.
558 · May 2015
Untitled
"They'll ask how you lived without things, when you really lived your whole life without knowing they existed. Deprived some may say, but you've made it 20 years without it, and somehow you think it doesn't matter.

They don't really know you before this. That your childhood consisted of running through parking lots, visiting the same park and still finding it like new, now laters hot flamins, peach soda and hoping you'll get to grandmas house that weekend. Brain still being mocked by the Eric B and Rakim your dad always blasted on any road trip.

They've never been to Hampton street or seen the cars drive by with their bass booming harder than ever playing the trap music that invades your house and makes your window shake to the rhythm.

That's where I'm from.
And somehow we both ended up here in buenos aires. Although I never left the states, never made it to the big city. Never got there.
Where I'm from we're hood rich and this just doesn't happen.
Deprived they'll call us, but i never saw a frown even when we pinched pennies.

Mama explained "there are rich people, and those just making it." We always made it and I'm just glad mama got me here."
554 · Nov 2012
Possibility of Pain
I can live with the not knowing.
Im fine with the what ifs.
decisions based on a gut feeling.
But I'll never know where that conversation would've  went.
Its possible I'd smile, it's a chance the words could've seared all the way through.
I'm fine with tearing away before you could, if you were going to.
Now I can still escape while saving face.
Never taking the paths of vulnerability.
Falling for someone new isn't certain.
The reality that pain is a possibility.
553 · Feb 2015
82.
82.
forehead to forehead
Eyes peering over the rims of glasses
Arms around waists
Hands pulling your shirt as I whispered through tears
i really do love you ya know
551 · Jan 2014
Mourning in the Morning
There she goes again.
Falling into those same habits.
Allowing him to fall into her because she wants to fall in love, even if it's just pretend. She allows him to fall in because it's been a while, months have passed, but the chemistry never ends. So she fills the night with those small moments that a person in love would cherish had they been sincere and everlasting. She writes poems from the little inspiration she gets just so she can live in the moment whenever she reads between the lines. It is not until the sunsets and rises that she realizes she's not meant to be in that bed. her muscles tighten as she forces herself to sleep, cautious to be silent and appear casual. Staring at the sleeping figure, feeling uninvited to cuddle him because the night has came and passed. She plots on how she can escape with the least amount of awkwardness or embarrassment. There she goes again. Living in the moment, falling until morning, mourning the night.
551 · Jul 2013
The 18th
It could've been the hottest day of the year. The kind of heat where the brown gets browner and everyone has that glistening sensation that's really just a mild layer of sweat. It was the kind of heat where that light scent of must mixed in with the incents and kush clouds.
550 · Mar 2015
For Tony
***** with brownness that I can't wash away.
Born into a filth that made me unhygienic before my feet could touch the ground
Before my hands could grasp objects other than my mothers hand or chest or face
Guilty before the gavel was struck
Before the cell was locked
Before the siren rang off
Guilty of brownness that is not innocent until proven guilty
Rather brown until proven worthy
Brown until the grave
assigned to us before we have a chance to see the world and become who we're suppose to be
Graves are becoming just as crowded as those ships they brought us here in
Stuffed and cramped like the cells they keep us in
Piling bodies on bodies while blood cells fill the avenues we march in
Graves over crowded
Hearts over hurt
Innocent with a guilt I can't wash away.
Our mothers can't hold us now.
547 · Dec 2013
Fantasy of Falling
Someone that makes my heart flutter and my knees weaken. He gives me a feeling that makes my eyes soften while still staring intensely. Daydreaming about his smile as he speaks words unknown. Yeah, that's what I want. When he touches me nonchalantly for the first time, I want my heart to stop and stare at his hand just to believe its happening. Make him want me then now and forever, before he knows what's hidden. I want the fantasy that is the falling.
547 · Mar 2015
119
119
I'm starting to think Saturday's are supposed to be late mornings because breakfast lasts longer that way. Leaving around 4 to catch a settled sun. Hundreds of merchants in the park as the live music goes from the close bluegrass bop to the distant rock drums. Saturday's have become ears filled with Spanish noises you've learned to ignore because the pain of dancing still in your toes from your night of bachata speak louder. Walking to the ferria as the sun settles and since you're alone you finally get to listen and watch without being interrupted bites of alfajores sweeter with the solitude. Finding your love in each couples palms as they hold hands, remembering how much you miss your boyfriend as you walk in the direction of the sun. So settled and strong it looks as if it's rising like your hips used to do as you felt loved. Steps feel lighter and your shirt blows with the wind and for once you start to think this is what You always wanted out of this. Finding your face in the rips of a passerbys jeans, feeling your muscles as you wonder where the stairs lead to. Today you had time. Watching backflips that demanded applause and handcrafts that merchants hope you'll take off their hands. All the while it's only 6 o clock on a Saturday and you feel as if the day won't be as perfect as it is right then. Feeling like the first kiss on the Friday night, you waited and it finally came. Saturdaze.
544 · Jun 2013
It's Real
"Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real."

Realize this thing has become greater than you.
Other hearts are on the line and either way someone is going to lose. The feelings I own wont be lost however. They're constant, when I dream, when I'm awake. You never leave my mind as you attempt to rid me of yours.

I'm told so many other things are in store for me, yes. There's a transition ahead I'll never imagine, yes. But, I look back and see the goodness and the potential greatness. I read the poems you inspired and wonder. It'll never be enough, my mind body and soul will never be enough. Realize my feelings are beyond you're control and look at this through my perspective. It's real, I'm in love, I won't just willingly let you go.
540 · Nov 2012
Strangers
How can you love someone you never met?
My heart knew him in my past life.
Strangers with memories.
I wanted him every second of every minute of all my days. Forever.
I love him because of what we could be.
Not knowing anything about him.
Being graced by his prescence. Being the shadow that loiters enthrallingly.
Indescribable feelings.
Naked eyes see us as solely occupying the same space. Blind to the love I've sighted first.
Fate defines us as soul mates.
Waiting on our memories to be made.
539 · Apr 2014
Tame
My mom taught me how to be alone.
That doesn't mean I enjoy it because
Despite what she says I still believe
There's someone out there
For me

However
She's taught me to never back down
See she's a Sagittarius like me and
Oh how we cannot be tamed

So whenever I come back home to tell
her about so and so or whathisname
we never fret when I say he didn't make the cut
Because she knows who she raised

I like to be told good morning every morning
I don't like being told what to do, or how to do it
unless...
And if he does it wrong
He's a goner

Yes Mama warned me
She said never get strung out on the birds and the bees
There's nothing between a man's legs that is golden
Nothing that should make you forget who you are

Yes she told me
She instilled a power in me
The reason I lead
not flock
I call the shots
Be someone's backbone
But never settle for being just in the back
Make your face THE face
Be needed, on your terms

Mama told me never to let a man be my tamer.
I am mine before I am anyone else's.
Only I can do the taming.
536 · Aug 2013
Over You
I have the slightest idea what you would say to me if I told you that you were the last goodbye I wanted to say before I left. That I wanted you to watch me pack as I told you all the things I needed to get off my chest for my sake, just to watch your ****** expression as the words poured out of me...finally. I wouldn't cross the line, I'd let the last touch be a kiss on the cheek or the forehead, something endearing to show that I grew up this summer, to show I wanted your happiness. For the past 3 days I've been in deep contemplation as to whether I'd ask to see you before I depart, or just leave and leave it fate for us to cross paths again if its meant. I wonder if I'll get those same butterflies you used to give me, if I'll hold myself back from kissing you because I know it'll feel so right. It always amazed me how our mouths just knew what to do, how our bodies just learned each other so well and taught the other exactly what to do.

I want a goodbye just to say I'm still not over you.
533 · Jan 2014
Dream Invaders
All the wrong people invade my dreams.
I wonder why I let them crawl so deep into my psyche
Its been hours since my eyes closed, and I still see them, vividly.
They speak to me, and even hurt me in my dreams
As I lay in bed silently.
Its an evil power they have, controlling me without being anywhere near me.
Upsetting me without being within earshot.
They've become so good at it
They don't even have to try
My mind won't let them go long after I've dozed off
All the wrong people haunt me in my sleep.
532 · Jun 2013
Here I Am
There he was, manipulating everything to be his way. We'd exist only under his rules, his conditions. Almost like a prenuptial agreement, but there was no monetary value that could replace what I'd learned or felt in the past year. He used to be everything without trying, and I could only want everything all the time.

There I was falling in love every minute. It's odd that a person can fall without ever looking back up to see what she's missing out on. But I was never worried because my heart would remind me that this was the feeling others looked for.

There we were on our diverging paths where my sun and your moon met on the rarest occasion. We abandoned the norms and created our own path, but eventually you started back on your own as I kept the faith and continued on ours.

Here I am, still in denial and refusing to abandon our path. Hoping maybe you'll take a detour back to where you left me. Here I am still falling in love every minute.
530 · Jul 2015
220
220
tears of love and happiness
creeps in my soul, and swells my heart.
In the flesh.
He's real.
526 · Jul 2013
Family
I was 12 again.
Helpless, angry and just wanted the yelling to end.
I couldn't sleep through it and knew each long pause would end with longer explosions of objects being thrown curses being yelled and bodies hitting the floor. Each time I'm caught in the middle trying to play peacemaker, but this time there was no peace. She wasn't my family tonight.
I looked at her, really looked at her and smelled her really smelled her, and she was a different person. Like one of those people on the street that you wonder how they ended up there. Well this was how she would end up there. I couldn't find herself in her eyes, but this helpless self loathing creature that took host in her body 2 years ago when life was supposed to really begin.
Why do we always end up here?
On the floor wrestling screaming in a frenzy, cursing like sailors each of our eyes gleaming red with blind rage.
I was 12 again, protecting my mother.
I fought a part of me to protect a part of me.
525 · Apr 2013
Meanwhile
And meanwhile she was on the opposite side of the screen dying inside.
So bold of a person to hurt her so bad.
So carelessly really. While he lived and loved as if she never existed.
But she couldn't forget his existence.
While he erased her touch, her lip prints.
She retraced his silhouette, tried to remember the feel of their intertwined ligaments.
He goes on realizing she was a mere speed bump, an interruption.
The last mistake of his youth.
And she sits wondering if she was in love alone.
Somewhere in wisconsin a little black girl dreams a love she will never know from a little black boy that left her to love alone.
522 · Jun 2015
Untitled
It's a sad song hearing someone lie to themselves.
Mutually excluding love and success
Making excuses that one means sacrificing the other
They always pick success over those arguments that make you fight to stay together
Forgetting that success does not birth generations
But love always births richness
517 · Jul 2013
Showers
Tonight we argued over showers because you saw it as your only cure.
You begged to sit and let the water pour on you but we refused to listen to the sound of nonsense that would've been your 30th shower in 3 days.
I watched you get dragged from the bathroom and pushed to lay down
Yet you insisted on this shower that would set everything right, just one more shower...
The screams don't scare you because that desperate need to be in that white basin that was developing a ring just from you was brainwashing
You didn't want to lay in your bed, the smell wreaked of wet mildew that was the sheets and towels every where that you stepped.
You wanted a fresh start, so many fresh starts you wanted.
Never drying, just brief breaks between showers, just one more...
517 · Jun 2014
Mama
And just like that she's my mama again.
Calm as cool cat inching through an alley.
Asking about me with her motherly concerns.
Reminding me her love is constant even if her mood may not be.
She ensures that she never really has to worry about me because I'm just like her in a way. Strong and self sufficient.
She had to love us all differently and for some of us her love couldn't be enough.
She revives me as she gushes about how maybe I was the only one.
This woman is not cold, she is as vibrant as a July night with a clear sky.
Her words glide rather than fly like a dart aiming to ****.
Her eyes do not squint with mutiny but widen with interest
Do you miss your dorm?
She must've been reading my mind
She knows it gets hard around here
Her eyes tell me that she needs me around just to bring her back to being my mama
Not Mani's or Cartel's because it makes her cold
She needs to be warm once in a while
For me
Pass me the jelly
Can you take me to work on Tuesday?
Refill the tissue
Did you feed the dogs?
She depends on me
Thanks for cleaning the kitchen
Thanks for doing the laundry
I always try to ease her workload
Thanks for putting my clothes in my room
Thanks for making the lasagna
…Sourdough melt basket with mayo and ketchup. Please don't forget the mayo and ketchup.  Oh and chicken tenders with barbecue sauce
Lex

Yes Mama. I won't forget, I never do.
509 · Jul 2015
215
215
32,000 feet off the ground
I've never been closer to the stars
They always told me to reach
I never knew how long my arms could go
Black girl magic

*midnight on a flight back home
504 · Jun 2015
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Media naranja

When we were walking through the streets trying to find souvenirs, there was a store named la media naranja. *"Do you know what that means?"


"Orange middle? Half orange?"

He laughed.
"It's when you find the one for you.
Your girl, your boy. And you just fit. You find your other half. The other half to your orange."


*"Like a soulmate."
503 · May 2014
Girls Night
Always disappearing
"Don't go ghost on me "

Sometimes mid-day just to not return until morning acting as if the 15 hours were no big deal and need not be explained
I hate when he does that ****
Sleeping on me
As in not realizing who he's disappearing from

Not knowing in 15 hours I've put on my low cut blouse and my thigh hugging jeans, curled my hair, made my eyes pop with eyeshadow and lips pout with gloss.
Just to show I've still got it
He doesn't know I took shots of brown now I can't stop dancing
And the guy before him won't stop watching
Multiple guys with their "excuse me" as they accidentally grab my *** as they walk past"imma let my hands do the talkin"
Or the one that tried to give me a lap dance...

He doesn't know my girl and I were the finest in the room "all the 5s need to listen when a 10 is talkin"
And we were constantly reminded
That the guy before him tried touching every part of me "I miss feeling on ya"
Even wanted me to leave with him

So I stopped checking my phone
"Don't go ghost on me , imma go thrilla on ya"
For some reason, guys have this idea that when they're having fun their girl is always somewhere staying put just waiting for him to return. Well I've been staying put all week, well actually always. He just expects to find me in bed with my bonnet. So I wanted to go out, just to feel if I still had it. "I ain't lost it"
497 · Jul 2012
Second-hand Sadness
And I never thought I'd be the one to do this. To get so drawn in when I knew of the risks. The possibilities of heartache and nights upon nights of lonesome. But I pushed those thoughts to the side and gave my fears a chance. Now my point has been proven. No love is as sweet when it's second hand.
496 · Oct 2013
2 bodies, same pain
We're the same person, in two bodies
Going through the motions
Of emotions

So we dance
Showing the room what our exes missed out on
So they'll assure us that we're worth something

we lay in beds just wanting to be held
Only when it's too dreadful to go back
Home alone
Or we're too drunk to face our issues

We preach about self empowerment
But secretly we feel helpless when the sun goes down

We reach for our goals
But always wallow in the one goal that we obtained and lost

Best friends. Both going through heartbreaks.
495 · Jul 2012
Old Friend
Dear Old Friend, 
I rolled over and thought of you this morning. I tried to remember what made you lovable, it was the kiss. A kiss I was eager for because it was simple yet exciting, short but always thrived on my lips for days at a time. Leaving me love struck in a daze questioning where the time went while I had my mind on having my lips on you. Does that make me lonely? Me dreaming of kissing you? Because I don't want the person the lips are attached to. Just a kiss because that won't hurt us anymore. Diverging paths so a kiss will ease the pain of separating our hands.
490 · Aug 2014
Grandmas Laugh
Have you ever heard my grandmother laugh?
It's like smelling breakfast waiting for you on a Sunday morning, the sound of coffee pouring as the steam wafts above it.
Watch her face change from serene to that of a newborn baring it's first smile.
Oh when she laughs, I can only laugh harder. She's contagious.
A sound that solidifies that you're finally home.
Just like when grandpa comes bearing those oatmeal cookies he's so proud of.
A sound that reminds you who you do it for.
A sound that encourages you to just keep going.
489 · Mar 2013
Can't Wait (Part 2)
I can't wait to hate you.
The day you don't come to mind
The years that fly as my heart mends
I'll stop reading the poems you inspired
I'll stop daydreaming of the infinite possibilities I once saw for us.
I can't wait to despise the thought of loving you
To be sickened of how you knew me so well
I'll stop singing these **** love songs
Stop writing about how you were and scream about what you really are
Our memories will  vanish with the sunset.
I'll forget the last year as if it never happened.
Because it wasn't real, my everything is still missing.
I can't wait to find the real thing.
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