Amanda Michaels

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

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i never knew
it would hurt this much.

Short and sad.

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

he looks at me
and then looks away,
straight into her eyes.
i wish she didn't sit between us.

i've never noticed it before,
but maybe when I thought
he was looking at me,
he was stopping one short.

the girl is pretty.
much prettier than i'll ever be.
she has blonde hair, which is always curled,
and sterling blue eyes.

she caught him looking at her once.
she smiled, and he smiled back.
i looked away,
i couldn't stop myself from crying.

no wonder he spends the whole period
looking
at
*her.

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

to try

people say you're fine.
hot.
****.
I believe those words do you injustice.
they're derogatory terms.

even though you aren't listening,
i'll say this:
you're beautiful;
you're handsome;
you're perfect.

even though you don't care,
one day, i'll walk up to you,
and kiss you.
but only when i have the courage.

but now, when i've been told
so many times that
you don't ******* care,
that i'm the least of your worries,
it makes me want to try harder.

Beware the f bomb!

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

when he's gone

when he's gone,
i told myself,
it'll be no different
than it is now.

when he's gone,
you'll miss him, yes,
but you didn't see
him much anyway.

his long, gray beard,
his reoccurring, rough laugh,
and his hilarious, yet silly jokes
resound in your head
over
and over
and over again.

even now, when his body
is only ashes,
you know that you were wrong;
you always were.

This poem is true as well, sad to say :(

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

almost unforgettable

when he said he would
love you until the end of time,
when he told you he would love you
forever and always,
but when he uttered those three words,
he was lying.

how could you be so stupid?
you knew it was too early to be
so in love with someone like him.
you knew that all this time,
he liked her.
he used you.

you want to hate him,
but you can't. it's impossible.
you have to love him.

with his beautiful, defined features,
his handsome half-smile,
his tender touch,
he's almost unforgettable.

*almost.

True, except from a later time than "The Boy with the Green Eyes [pt. 1 and 2]"

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

red

red
is the color
of love;
of happiness;
of total and complete euphoria.

i remember when i
looked at it this way;
beautiful, elegant,
and pristine.
but now, it is
much, much different.

red
is the color of blood;
of pain; of sadness;
of sorrow.

my hair is red,
and so is my heart.
even though i know they are clear,
my tears seem to have a dark,
rosy pigment.

even after all these years of transformation,
red is still my favorite color.

I purposely didn't capitalize anything in this poem. I've seen a few people do it this way, and I really liked it :)

Amanda Michaels Jun 2013

red

red
is the color
of love;
of happiness;
of total and complete euphoria.

i remember when i
looked at it this way;
beautiful, elegant,
and pristine.
but now, it is
much, much different.

red
is the color of blood;
of pain; of sadness;
of sorrow.

my hair is red,
and so is my heart.
even though i know they are clear,
my tears seem to have a dark,
rosy pigment.

even after all these years of transformation,
red is still my favorite color.

I purposely didn't capitalize anything in this poem. I've seen a few people do it this way, and I really liked it :)