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your girl b Oct 2014
I'm starting to see the light
I would say I'm starting to see the light again
but I have never seen it
The sun is coming out
peeking from behind the grey mountain tops
it's going at a fair pace
but things are getting in the way
and stopping it from rising
Those **** crows
always flying in a pack
trying to ruin someones day
my day
your girl b Oct 2014
I would hug you my friend
but my clothes are tattered
my hair's a mess
I don't smell very pleasant either
I want to tell you it's okay
but I'm nothing
I'm under you
I'm living in poverty
you have plans to go to college
I don't have enough money to get me through the week
my friend you mean so much to me
I wish I meant something to you
sometimes we have friends who need someone better than us.
  Oct 2014 your girl b
steel tulips
i can feel you
looking at me
through
the phone
with hurt
in your eyes
as we
both gawk
at the
horrible things
I've just said
i say,

try her out
she's more
your type
try more
than just friends
she seems
less imperfect
than i
she seems
sweet
which
we both
know ill
never be,


silence.

a wave,
crashes over
the island
I'm sorry!
i cry,
I'm losing
myself in
your emptiness
i just can't
take this


you sound
as hopeless
as i feel
you say

i dont
*******
want
her,
i want you.


you whisper
in the sweetest
way possible
and i can
see your
sad eyes
through
the phone
and i wish
i could
kiss them.
your girl b Oct 2014
Look at that bunny
over there
stay away from it
it looks ill
no longer sane
do you understand?
you'll catch it's disease
if you go any where near it
now I tell you this, child
to keep you safe
This poem explains why some of my wonderful relationships with different people ended. I am the "bunny" and the "child" explains all the people who I once had a beautiful relationship with. The person talking telling the "child" to "look at that bunny" explains  their parents telling them to stay away from me because I am unhealthy to be around or just odd. Their parents want to continue to protect them from a girl like me so they don't end up like me.
  Oct 2014 your girl b
Tark Wain
You walked past
the speed of life hit me

Like two tulips touching
because the wind blew
in a certain direction
with a certain strength
that it never had before
pushing those two tulips together
for the first time

but hopefully not the last
your girl b Oct 2014
Slitting her wrists was a cry for help
a very faint whimper
she watched as the blood dropped freely onto her lap
splashing against her tan skin
waiting to feel "okay" again
but this time she didn't
she cut until she felt weak
weaker
weaker
....
gone

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