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I have mastered crying silently.
You can't even hear me because I have taught myself to do it
Quietly.
It took a lot of practice,
But I had enough times to cry about.

I'm so good at it
You may even call it a talent.
I'm pretty sure I am better at crying silently,
Than I am a poet.

You may even say
Crying comes as a second nature to me.

I'm used to it.
Yeah I'm sensitive. Super sensitive.
No one likes sensitive.
But I can't do a single thing about it.
The words keep t
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                              i
                               ­  s
                                  t
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                                   n
                                 g

                                      in my mind
               Truths and lies
       Becoming h
                             a
                            r
                             d
                          e
                              r

  ­                               and harder to find
              Blurred together
      between h
                         o
                       l
                         l
                     o
                         w

                               and grey lines
         The differences becoming
               o
                 b
               s
                  t
              a
                 c
               l
                  e
               s

                   more difficult to define
    And life has lost all its
                                           l
                                             o
                                            v
                 ­                              e

                                                  and **rhyme
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“I like you for your intelligence and beauty.”
2. “I’m not saying I have doubts. I don’t.”
3. “You can trust me.”
4. “I’m sorry.”
5. “You’re beautiful.”
6. “We should take it slow.”
7. “I’m sorry that I keep leaving you.”
8. “I appreciate you.”
9. “I’m sorry.”
10. “Just be you.”
11. “I just really want this to work.”
12. “I’m sorry.”
13. “I’m glad that you’re happy.”
14. “Did I say something wrong?”
15. “I just need my little piece of freedom.”
16. “See you tomorrow, my love.”
17. “I wish I was there for you.”
18. “I really enjoy holding your hand.”
19. “You looked really pretty today.”
20. “Today I accidentally wrote your name when I was supposed to be writing about something else.”
21. “I just feel constricted, that’s all.”
22. “I got your back.”
23. “I want you to do what makes you happy.”
24. “I can’t wait to see you.”
25. “I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your face.”
26. “If it moves quickly, everything will crash and burn.”
27. “I’m sorry.”
28. “Good morning, beautiful.”
29. “I wish I had more time off for you.”
30. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
31. “I’m sorry.”
32. “I just don’t want to lose you.”
33. “If you need me, I’m here.”
34. “I wish I could be with you right now so I could hold you in my arms.”
35. “You’re a good person.”
36. “I don’t know. All I know is that I love you.”
37. “Tell me what you’re afraid of. Please.”
38. “My heart races just thinking about you. I feel amazing around you, even though I may not seem like it. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s the way you make me feel when I am with you.”
39. “I want to be there for you when you need me.”
40. “Cheer up, sweetie.”
41. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”
42. “I miss you.”
43. “I’m sorry, my darling.”
44. “Is breá liom tú.”
45. “I don’t think this is going to work out.”
46. “I’m sorry.”
47. “Do you ever have a good day?”
48. “I just lost interest after a while.”
49. “I’m sorry.”
50. “I’m so sorry.”
The wind blows my paper away
just like you used to ******* away
Each day, I used to look forward to seeing you
Looking like you do, with eyes that twinkle the night sky of my life
Every night spent trying to decipher how your perfection came to be
That was until I fell asleep and woke up again to see
see that you were just an illusion
The fusion of our personalities created a chemical reaction
And, so fiercely, worse than a James Bond movie
But the difference is, this isn't a movie
This was the heart underneath my tee-shirt
How it was hurt and kicked in the dirt
and you just pretended you were fine
Even though you cry yourself to sleep at night, thinking of me, and what could've been the start of something great
When you wake up, you act as though you don't have a heart,
and you don't.
because it blew up into pieces along with mine
Yet, all we do is ignore each other and tell our friends "I'm Fine"
And one day, I'll be out dining with the family you didn't have with me
Seeing you across the many tables,
I'll raise my glass and nod my head
You'll do the same
Although I said nothing to you, both of us knew
and, slowly, I felt my heart grow back in my chest
4-9-2015
I want
to be written about.
Immortalised
in the scrawling of
a pining boy’s
pen.

Encased, no,
enshrined
in verses of
a stars-for-eyes
poet.

Enwreathed
in flowers of
words that
a hopeless romantic waters
everyday.

Is it
much
too much
to ask?
I like to do those quizzes
in glossy bubbles that you
find
in Cosmopolitan and
Elle and
Seventeen.

Which girl should I be?

Should I
dump paper flowers
on my milkmaid braid?
Long skirts, long chains, and
Beatles on my radio
during their ‘Indian’ phase?

Should I
paint it all
black, strip life down to
a *******,
blare punk at full
scream,
and cram my toes in ratty Docs,
smash all emotion
into smithereens?

Should I
sugar-coat my mouth with
Maybelline, button up
collars, laughs, opinions,
read books on behaving
just like a
daydream,
sip teas, bake cookies, aim for
Ivy Leagues?

Which gilded box do I crawl
into?
Which skin to don
this week?
Which fashion editor-friendly
stereotype to fulfil?

Which girl should I be?
You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance
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