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Brooklyn Dec 2012
I told you "Happy Birthday,"
You smiled and said, "You remembered."
It took me back.

October 9th of 2009,
Was the day that I first met you.
I was at the Bridge with the girls,
Then up strode this guy that I wished I knew.

Dorky, yet enchanting,
You made me laugh and rant.
It was the best night I'd had in a long time,
And all the way home I danced.

I saw you at school after that,
And I felt myself falling for you.
Our friend's romances started happening,
Maybe we'd happen too.

I played you piano,
You smiled at me,
I caught my breath
And messed up they keys,
But you still thought it was good.

On June 5, of 2010,
You asked to become mine.
How could I say no,
When I wished it all the time?

You told me that I was beautiful,
Then you kissed my face,
In a world of beautiful scenery,
I was in the greatest place.

We danced slowly to Melancholy Hill,
And you watched Titanic with me,
You helped me make Chicken Marsala,
I thought we were meant to be.

You told me that you loved me,
And I felt my heart grow.
That's when I really began,
to let my love show.

On October 5th of 2010,
I gave you my virginity
I understood euphoria
When I saw your eyes on me.

Two years we spent together,
And they were the best in my life,
Even in our fake little wedding,
Where I became your wife.

You really were my medicine,
Making me feel alive,
And every time I looked in your eyes,
I saw a place where angels thrive.

I gave you myself in every way,
And I'll never want it back.
Even after bitter words,
And the moments we attacked.

I never knew a heart like mine,
Could ever love so much.
Imagine the person I would be,
If we never shared that touch.

The hardest day of my life
Was the day you walked away,
I thought that it wasn't for good,
But I couldn't make you stay.

The funny part of the story,
Is that I hadn't let you go.
The girl that you had loved and lost,
Let her true colors show.
And I'm still here waiting for you

Now, as I tell you "Happy Birthday,"
My special little tourniquet,
You smile and say, "You remembered."
But how could I forget?
Brooklyn Dec 2012
I was recovering, and breathing alone,
Abandoned in a cold place.
There was no hope, and that was okay.
But that's when I saw your face.
And you made me warm.

A soft voice with a welcoming tone,
And gentle, jolting eyes,
We stood outside in the winter weather
And your breath crystalized.
Yet you kept me warm.

I feel the explosion in my chest,
when I feel your eyes on me.
I'd live a thousand lives in wonder
Just to see what you see.
Do I make you warm?

But that's when you kissed me on my lips
And the ice began to fall apart.
Mister Furnace melted the iceberg,
And he melted my heart.
**When he kept me warm.
Brooklyn Dec 2012
Nobody else knows me like you do.
And I know nobody quite like you.
When I needed love, and you were afraid,
I swallowed my feelings, and stayed.

You decided to be the best friend
And I tried my hardest to make feelings end.
But sitting in your firebird, as the rain sprinkled down,
I talked about how love is fake, you didn't make a sound.

You let me pour out my soul, as I cried right beside you.
You looked me in my eyes and said, "That might be true.
But I'm sure it's not. Every time you look at me, I see,
What love is supposed to be."

We pull up in my drive way, at a quarter until four.
Just as you opened the door, the rain began to pour.
I remembered your gift and ran inside so I could give it to you.
You opened the wrapper and smiled at me and replied, "Of course you knew."

The rain began to simmer down, and you took off your sweater,
You hugged me, and I smelt your scent, I think I like this weather.
You never paint, but for me you did, and you take my breath away.
I don't know what I can possibly do to make you decide to say,

"Don't be afraid to love, because your heart is safe with me,
I'll be your knight, and you will be my lady of my dreams.
He didn't deserve you and he let you go, I can't believe he's so dumb,
But it's okay because we both have known all along that I am the one."

Maybe I'm just overreacting, and maybe that's okay.
But in the rain, on a friday,
**I   F
         E
           L
             L in love again.
Brooklyn Dec 2012
*******.
All of your
                   b r o k e n
                                   promises,
And stupid lies.

I sat there many nights, calling
And wondering where you were.
I hoped that you were with your friends.
But, God, I knew you were with her.

You smelt like her when you sat by me
And the floors creaked Cheater, Cheater
I thought that I would get over it,
But then I was able to see her.

Greasy face, and stringy hair,
Oh my, is that the best you could do?
But those yellow gapped teeth come back to me,
I guess she deserves you.

So you left and went to her
And I thought it was because of me.
Is it wrong that I can't stop laughing?
You're betrayal has given me glee.

She ****** another in his bed,
While you waited around for her.
So I guess the sides have been turned.
Tell me, Darling, does it hurt?

So, Sweetheart, with the fire red hair,
Whose name makes my stomach churn,
Tell me, did you ever think that
A ginger boy could burn?
Brooklyn Dec 2012
You say you've found "the one"
And you've finally figured it out
I guess I should be happy for you
But your right hand doesn't count.

You chose the one that cheated
And left me with goodbyes
Relationships are based on trust,
But I guess that yours are based on lies.

That's okay, I'll be fine
I'm so much better without you.
I hate your guts, and I curse your name.
**I wish that were true.
Brooklyn Dec 2012
I claim to hate you.
Yet, I'm
             B R O K E N
                                   Without you.
I guess I'm just a masochistic fool,
That can't believe forever died.
Brooklyn Dec 2012
You drug me to hell,
And left me there.
Then went back for another girl.

And now I'm hitchhiking home.
With a knife in my back,
And smoke in my lungs.

Remembering the one I fell in love with.

You were a con artist that stole my heart.
You had such high morals.
A future.
A dream.
Me.

Now I have high morals.
A future.
A dream.
Me.

And you have bat **** on your eyes.
No future.
No dream.
Her.

Who's winning?
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