she staggered to the beach her toes in the sand flowers in her hair and a drink in her hand she dipped in the water much too cold just like her heart after what she'd been told she swam until his name she'd forget her thoughts began to skip like a worn out cassette so in the ocean she decided to stay and let the rippling waves carry her away
I thought I saw the best in you but you brought out the worst in me I thought you were what I wanted but you were nothing near what I needed love and infatuation are two different things and obviously we weren't on the same page I was the front page headline and you were in the comics your games and lies that made me cry now lie in the obituaries just like my feelings for you
Once a little girl with chocolate eyes full of bright determination and so full of tries opportunities taken from the left and the right newspapers radios she had so much delight "You are so bright" "You'll go far" "C'mon girl, you know you're a star" but sometimes you get taken by surprise and all of a sudden problems begin to arise out of nowhere you can't seem to get out of bed you can't sleep at night due to thoughts in your head your mind starts to race like a horse on the track but instead of running forward this ones running back so fast you can't catch him you're fate's looking grim your cup was once filled up to the brim now running on empty but cannot give up because soon, my love you will grow up almost too fast but one day you'll see you'll be able to say take that, world, I am me. and I am okay.
This is a poem about Mental Health, coming from a personal perspective. Remember, it always gets better. Things take time, and everything happens for a reason. When one door closes, another opens. You just need to find your door!
I write until my fingertips bleed from pouring my coffee-stained thoughts onto the page through my veins I carry creativity for so long in which I have kept in captivity to avoid negativity but I feel as though my words need to be shared my blood was meant to flow the garden in my brain is of plants in full bloom while the vessel I'm in is sat in my room with a laptop and a tea for this is me a writer at heart and a writer meant to be
When you left I was shocked and dismayed without your jokes and foolish claims our lives will never be the same so suddenly you went away I didn't get to say goodbye to those piercing blue eyes and that handsome smile I'll be broken for a while yet on the mend to my best friend this isn't the end my dear papa, I'll see you again
I wrote this poem for my papa, who passed away suddenly on 11/29/18. I read this at his funeral.