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Alice Baker May 2016
I slipped up on the word hello
You choked up on goodbye

Our hands lingered but never met
Our minds brushed but never touched

I saw the way your eyes bled
When I said no

You saw the way my soul shook
When you asked

They called you desperate
I called us separate
That friend who doesn't want to be a friend
Alice Baker May 2016
I arrived
I tried
I cried

*repeat
Lol I think I'm clever
Alice Baker May 2016
Sudden suffocation and relapsed restrictions, we colored ourselves in silver sets and party dresses.

Half hearted laughter amid animosity hidden by sly smiles and fragile friendships. Our wicked world was perfectly painted in shades of doubt.
Sometimes I ***** words
Alice Baker Apr 2016
I wrote about how the birds still sang
The morning you left me
And the trees were still green
I wrote about how the world doesn't stop
Even when mine is crumbling
But you know, life has never slowed down
Alice Baker Apr 2016
I wish I could put into words
The way I still reach for you
In my sleep
******* 7 months later and I'm still just a cliche
Alice Baker Apr 2016
WHEN YOU HAVE POETRY BUT YOU'RE FREAKING TYPING IT AND YOU HIT UNDO ON ACCIDENT AND IT JUST DISAPPEARS AND YOU'RE SITTING THERE LIKE "WHAT WERE/WHERE ARE MY WORDS" AND I JUST CANT UGH NO
AND YOUR REDO BUTTON ISNT FREAKING WORKING LORD JESUS UGH PLEASE NO
Alice Baker Apr 2016
Small is five letters
I fit myself into
Small is the bending of my back
To fit your image
Small is the narrow of my waist
To please you
Small is the attention I take
While speaking
Small is my virtue
While being hollered to
Small is the 30 cents
Missing from my wages

Small are the girls
Plastered on the television
Small are the roles
We see ourselves in
Small is the credit
We never receive.

And we wonder why our girls
Shrink?

I beg you

Ask them to grow.
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