Told me you want me,
But you let me go.
Told me you need me,
But you don't let it show.

If you were on the moon,
To the moon I would go to.
I love you to the moon,
Which I would fly for my boo.
And if we don't get back,
Atleast I'm stuck with you.
My world amongst the stars,
Perfectly breathless too.

Treat me like I'm a b**ch,
Ill treat you like my toy.
Ill chew you up and spit you out,
You'll wish you were a boy.
Cause just like Pinocchio,
Your long nosed due to lies.
But like that wooden doll,
You're nothing but my toys.

How do you know you have found your twin flame?
Is it random and unknowing,
Or is it something thats always existed?
For,
Oh how the first time I heard his voice,
My heart felt like the serenity - in the crashing waves amongst themselves.
And how when I first saw his eyes,
My eyes wished to fixate upon him - at every waking chance they had open.
How when he holds me and touches me,
My soul dances within me - feeling the flame of his igniting mine.
How do I know if he is my twin flame?
For Im not sure of the existance of one or even the origin of its name.
It certainly feels like it could be <3

I'm not lonely again,
I made some friends.
I have a boyfriend,
But I'm not sure if this will end.
Not my relationships,
But the feeling of happiness.
Cause I'm way happier than before,
I don't want to be any less

After 124 poems,
Maybe 3 words
Are more powerful
Than infinity

Maybe I'd be worth something,
If I was just an *** and not a face
On phone screen.
Maybe that's the one way to be ever seen,
To put your body and avoid the brains
On someones screen.

why is it that when i start to write poetry about someone... it always goes south...

He told me he loved me,
Then he left me.
Now I HAVE TO WONDER IF I AM EVER LOVEABLE AGAIN!
He said he would never leave me,
Now I HAVE TO WONDER WHO IS GOING TO STAY IN MY LIFE.
NOW IM STUCK WITH ALL THE FEELINGS OF
EMPTINESS....
                       LONELINESS.....
                                               ABANDOMENT.......

Why did he promise me?
Why didnt he do what he said?
Why am I not good enough for the simple things?
Why?
Why cant he feel these things?

im sorry your life couldnt turn out like a fairytale. that instead of being loved and cared for, you were neglected and abused. im sorry that love wasnt what you wanted. im sorry that you read through poetry every night to try and make sense of this world. but i do wish you the best. i wish you happiness and peace. may poetry be your solitude.

So tell me why I feel so alone
In a world full of 8 billion people,
And why music is the only thing
That rests my soul

I wrote love songs for hours,
On and on with out an end.
I really thought that you were,
My best friend... but you weren't.
I'd like to tell you everything,
That you did to make me hurt.
But doubt you'd ever listen,
Or take in a single word
And fix your miskates,
But you wouldn't care anyway...

I wish i could look up at the skys,
And just see the stars.
Instead of devils eyes,
Looking back at me.

My heart is like a voice inside my head,
My soul is guided and lost among the dead.
Yet I think I'm alive,
But I breathe like I only just died.

If I fall for him...
I hope that everytime I feel his touch on my skin,
That it has the same passion and feeling as though the first time.

I hate how some of my poems,
Get read less than others.
Even when my over all pain,
And suffering smothers.
It seems the most real,
Poems I write my feeling covers.

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Stressing,
Freedom,
Working,
Death.
Are taken,
Up a level.
Wish to install,
Adulthood?

No...

You ****** up my sadness,
And happiness seemed to go with it.
Now I'm alot less,
Than I was without you.





But now you're gone,
And I still feel lost.

10 hours and still no text,
But I'll wait for you.
7 days and I still can't see you,
But I'll wait for you.
I'm ready for forever,
But still I'll wait for you.

I will wait for you,
In rain or shine.
I will wait for you,
To say that you're mine.

I want to be touched,
I want you hands on my skin to erase every persons that placed their hands upon my skin,
Rubbing me up and down until the smudges that were left by those who did me wrong are taken off my canvase.
I want to be touched,
I want to be touched by your love and warmth and to be engolfed in the flames of passion,
Melting the ice and coldness from my flesh that froze over from neglect and feeling cold alone in the wilderness of life.
I want to be touched,
I want not only that but to be held in your arms and to feel safe, to feel at home,
Protecting me from those who hurt me or held me down from my goals and my ambitions and from being myself.
I want to be touched,
I want to be felt,
I want to be heard,
I want to be loved.

"Are you drinking water?"
No...
I'm drowning in it.

What am I to you?
But a,
horrible daughter.
I can't see through,
My tears right now.

What am I to you?
But a,
Nasty sister.
However all my secrets,
Are spilled by you.

What am I to you?
But a,
Disappointment.
Where am I supposed to go,
If out of this house I am sent?

What if I never get over,
Your touch?
Or your smile,
And your laugh?

What if I never get over,
My happiness?
Feeling whole,
And complete with you?

What if I never get over,
You?

You?
No, I will never get over you.

I love you till my hearts content,
I will love you till we reach our end.
And to death do us part,
Be extended till forever we will stay!

And I asked you what is love?
          Is what I feel, the thing I wish it is?
But when love is just,

Let downs                   and
Oppression
Verified            with over bearing
Expectations

                                   How can I say this is love?
          When love has only been torment?
And so I ask you, what is love?

They just do sometimes.
Whether its not telling me whats wrong,
to just acting so stupid.
The constant feeling of hate,
Then saying that they love me.
Or just in general...
Why? I Don't know...

Sometimes peoples words hums,
A nice little song.
And paints something vivid,
Shows me life's fate.
So people don't you see,
Being not confused is a struggle...
But it helps my words flow...

Tens of thousands of words,
Yet never enough to describe what you mean to me.

Ever get that feeling,
That you're not good enough?
Or maybe,
That you are worthless...
Easily replaceable?

Yeah same,
I feel it in a place I'm supposed to call home.

Words unwritten,
Are words unsaid.
As they leap off the page,
Towards you.
When words are there written,
They are what you make of it.
Emotions and stories,
Morals that help ease the soul.
So make what you will,
Make off with my writing I have not said.

What is wrong with you?
Why can't you seem to understand this?
How many times do i have to go through, this?
Is there something wrong with you?
I know you aren't stupid, but are you?

What is wrong with you?

'I don't know...
I can't think like this...
What is wrong with me?'