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Brooke Bello Jan 2014
There is no reason
I should be scared to walk
alone
at night

There is no reason
I should feel bad
for saying no
and sticking up for myself

There is no reason
I should feel the need
to alter my body

There is no reason
I should have to be careful
of where I put my drink
or how I dress for a night out
Brooke Bello Jan 2014
I have been trying
on my own
for far too long.

I try to seek help
but wind up as the ocean.
No matter how many times I try to open up,
my waves will never touch the grassy dunes.

But then again,
those dunes are stuck in their ways
never trying for one moment to let
one
little
drop of my wave
touch them.

So I will remain my own ocean
looking on those dunes
finding nothing but
flimsy grasses
and sandy mountains.
Brooke Bello Jan 2014
Left in the silence
With so many things to say
I tried to burrow my face into the usual warmth of your chest

No matter how many times you sparked that lighter
It wouldn’t change the ways of the past
Or the thoughts of the future

We were walking back
You
Always a few steps in front of
Me

I stopped to fix my shoe
You didn’t even look back
The cuts on my feet would have to wait for a happier time.

I looked to the sky
Trying to grasp onto the memories of you
But the stars were jaded
Like the remnants of your burns

I told you to stop
But God knows you wouldn’t listen
I laid in my bed, tears escaping to my pillow
Night
after night
after night

I didn’t tell you that
I didn’t want me to become one of your problems
I wasn’t something that could be fixed
I guess you weren’t either

We were a pair of broken glasses
Attempting to see a clouded future
Together
Brooke Bello Jan 2014
Forever alone.
That's all that I will be.

Sometimes I wonder why people don't read into social clues.
Maybe it's because they don't feel close enough.
But maybe they just don't want to hear.

It's sad when all you ever wanted slips through your hands.
But it's depressing when it's taken from you.
Ripped right out from under you.
Leaving you in the puddles of your tears.

I am no longer worthy of my dreams.
But perhaps that just happens to us all.
Forever alone.
That's all that I will be.
Brooke Bello Jan 2014
The girl who never goes out,
We coin as no fun.
However she comes from a family
Where money was tight
And stresses were high.
She just wishes for a better life.

The boy who dresses well,
We coin as gay.
However he really just enjoys fashion
And loves people
No matter the ***.
He hopes for the world to be
More accepting than his broken father.

The guy who is quiet,
We coin as antisocial.
As if he didn't have enough trouble already
Forcing himself into his own introvert.
All he asks for is for kids to be
informed.

But most of all,
The girl who is always smiling,
We coin as happy.
When in reality the only happy thing about her
is her smile.
She keeps it together for the likes of others
And prays for a better tomorrow.
Brooke Bello Jan 2014
I'm drowning and all I can do is reach up in the air
hoping someone will save me
I walk down the street
mustering up some sort of courage
to let everything out

but as soon as I cross the boarder
between the brisk wind
and the blanket of warmth
my courage disappears

I try to look for anyone who will listen
anyone who will make me talk
anyone who will care about me

I mistake kisses for promises
because in some universe
that kiss meant you would save me

I think late nights
are signs of friendship and hope
because in that moment
I could cry
I could tell you everything
but you would never ask
and if you did i wouldn't admit it

so now i sit alone
hurting deeply inside
after all, it was just a kiss
Brooke Bello Jan 2014
She was naive
For she saw hope in everyone
She wanted to believe there was good
Somewhere
Anywhere

She tried
And tried
And tried

She learned from her mistakes
And tried to not make them again

But one by one
Everyone proved her wrong
Showed her that her hopes were false
That everyone had a bad side
But not always a good side

She cried every night hoping for the good
And slowly that hope faded
Until it was completely gone

She began to believe there was hope in no one
There was only evil in the world
She couldn't trust anyone

And they all proved her right.
Just something old. Still true.
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