~The girl is so pretty, pretty is she,
She's popular, popular maybe.
The guy is so sweet, sweet is he.
He's popular, popular definitely.
The girl has so many wrapped around her finger.
Her rollercoaster eyes take you by surprise.
The guy has everyone wrapped around his finger.
His dazzling shine, he's everyone's wanted Valentine.
She sees him one summer day,
He is clueless of what to say.
She laugh because he is so funny.
He's proud to make her happy.
He tells her, "I love you,"
She asks him, "Is it true?"
He replies with a kiss,
The kiss that was suppose to last forever.
She loved him.
She was there everyday.
She loved him in every which way.
As his popularity increased,
his love for her decreased.
She thought they had a future,
She dreamed of him always,
The day she could say "You are mine."
But little did she know,
He will come and go.
Popular boys aren't who to aim for.
They'll leave a mark on you when their love is washed away by the tides.

Let your lips
graze my skin,
leaving no
exposed patch
untouched.
Pepper my
broken pieces
with your perfect
bandaids and
mend the scars
I swear would
never leave.
I am utterly
convinced
you are the
antidote I
thought
I'd never
find.
-JRM

She was drowning in an ocean full of broken diamonds;
each shard sharper than the other
cutting into her creamy skin and filling the ocean blue
with a velvet red

But she didn't feel anything,
her body was paralyzed by fear and her lungs exhausted
Yet she wasn't thinking of how young she was
Or all of her hard work
She wasn't praying like she thought she would do in her final moments
because there was something more important than all of that to her
She didn't care what her funeral would look like
Nor what the tombstone would read
She didn't care that she probably had a minute or two to live
In her final moments all she was thinking was

Will you remember me?

Some things fall apart and can't be put back together

Don't let them destroy you, you're better than that

I'm sorry I broke our promise

It wasn't your fault

I never told you, but yes, you are beautiful.

I love you

She had drowned in an ocean full of broken diamonds;
*his eyes were the sharpest, and cut her the deepest

you write poems
about lost love,
broken hearts,
and failed redemption.

you write tragedies
about lonely nights,
crying minds,
and bleeding gashes of regret.

you write monologues
about voiceless mouths,
venomous words,
and inevitable decay.

you write autobiographies
about faded dreams,
unheard whispers,
and vanishing memories.

you write
about what once was.

and i do, too.

though i doubt your poems are about me
like mine are about you.

(a.m.)