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Annabel Lee May 2014
I'm sorry that

you are such

I treated you

an insufferable

the way I did

miserable

I wish I could

idiot, and

take it all back

I'd like to

I feel like

break your nose

it's my fault

and watch you bleed

how could I

how could you

treat you this way?

do this to me?

All I can say is

What you should say is

*Forgive me.
this is a two-sided poem of the battle of my thoughts and feelings.
Annabel Lee May 2014
I like you. But I don't want to.
Because this frustrating fascination is
nothing but a neuron connection,
nothing but a synapse hitting another.
I can't take myself seriously any more
it's like everywhere I look I see closed doors
'cuz I'm locked in a room of my emotions
and it's no place I'd ever wanna be!
Trapped by my feelings - what a pathetic phrase!
Am I supposed to be comforted, like oh, yeah, it's a phase
It'll pass over soon, you'll get over him
******* drowning in hormones, while I try to swim!

No. It doesn't have to be this way - right?
I know I can do something - like, fight?
Against my self, against my soul
because I think
                          what I feel
                                            is real.
spoken word...unfinished. notes/edits/criticism welcome!
  May 2014 Annabel Lee
疲れた
the next time you say
"no one loves me",
remember how its like to have a fever
don't reach the glass of water your throat is thirsting for
close your eyes for a little bit
and see your body for what it is
it is a warzone
and it is fighting to keep you alive
because it loves you
it doesn't know what you are
who you are
what you have done
but with every cut you etch across your skin
as if you are trying to erase your mistake
it heals you as if it is
trying to tell you
you are worth it
you
are
worth it
even if you don't think you are
even if everyone else doesn't think you are

so if you are looking for unconditional love,
reach for that glass of water - clench your thirst
pull that blanket over yourself
sleep knowing that your body loves you, even if you don't love you
tomorrow,
everything will be okay
hold on a little bit.
  May 2014 Annabel Lee
MS Lynch
I’m sorry if my body fat
triggers feelings of disgust in you,
but I hope you’re ready
because I’m about to shoot the gun.
Please, don’t feed the fat girl in a bikini on the beach.
My skin is not an insult, a statement, an apology,
or something to be picked and pulled apart
by your crisp magazine pages.
I refuse to cry over the pale white lines that show I
have blossomed from a child into a wide-hipped woman.
I don’t need a man to tell me that my body is acceptable,
merely by his standards of what his ******* rises for.
I’m sorry if my life makes me happy, and your life makes you not,
but I choose weight over senseless standards because
I can be beautiful with double-digit-sized pants.
Maybe you are uncomfortable with your
own uncomfortableness and with my
security in my flawed skin.
And although many of my “sorry(’s)” in this passage
are sarcastic, I am genuinely sorry that someone can feel
so negative in the only space that will ever truly be their own.
Please, don’t feed the fat girl in a bikini on the beach,
she does not need bitter and hateful words
that will literally eat away at her.
She’d much rather you go find someone
who actually gives a ****.
  May 2014 Annabel Lee
Ophelia
Your eyes are blue
In the sunshine,
But not just any blue.
They are the color of
The wildflowers that grow
In the fields we run in
(sometimes. But not anymore)
Except for in the morning,
When I awake next to you
(once, but just friends)
They looked green.
In fact, they were the exact color
Of the leaves outside my window
When I see them through rain spattered
Panes: storm-colored.


Your eyes are grey
In the shadows when you
Laugh and tell me silly things
That mean more to me than
Anything I've ever been taught
(I love you)


Your eyes are blue
Even when you say nothing is better,
Nothing is what you want for us.
Through my tear clouded mind,
Your cold, careless eyes are blue.
And I still love you.
For every shade
     of green you see
For every wave
       you catch in the sea

*I hope you remember me.
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