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Cassie Stoddard Mar 2014
I'm in
English class and I'm supposed
to be
reading some
story
about Sir Gawain,
but I think
that poetry
and
music
is teaching me
more.
Cassie Stoddard Mar 2014
I keep writing about
him. But I don't know what else
to do.
I want somebody else.
More than that. I want
somebody else
to want
me.
Cassie Stoddard Mar 2014
I thought about
him
again today and then
I thought of that one saying,
"never give up on someone you can't go a day without thinking about"
and i wanted to scream
*******
to that thought.
because sometimes
those people,
the ones you always think of,
are exactly the ones that need to be
given up
on
Cassie Stoddard Mar 2014
I live with my sister's boyfriend and my sister.
I'm thankful to have a place
to stay.
But sometimes, when they get so
cutesy I want to
cry and scream and yell.
I want it too.
Cassie Stoddard Mar 2014
"everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly"
everything- all of it, not just some
that drowns me- it's pushing me down, stomping on me, trying to get rid of me
makes me- it's the force behind these actions
wanna fly- going higher, doing more, being more

and it's all because you tried to make me fall
thank you
Cassie Stoddard Mar 2014
Lazy Sundays spent
poetry writing
meal planning
kitchen cleaning
school dreading
procrastinating
pinteresting
way way way too much
thinking
Cassie Stoddard Mar 2014
You know what I'm tired of? Living in a society where we have to hide. That's all we ******* do and I think that those who swear they don't are faking too. Because look around, ask someone how they are, give a stranger a smile. What you're gonna receive back is called politeness. And that's fake as ****. My sister tells me that she doesn't always get why so many people ask me for advice because I'm so blunt with them and I tell her that's exactly why. People don't know it but we need to be called out. We need somebody who isn't gonna put up with our *******. Sure, I'll tell you if you're being over dramatic or when it's enough, but I'm also gonna give you a hug and let you cry it all out. I'm not gonna judge you for being human and I think people get and appreciate that. They want that. They want truth and bluntness and ******* realness, for god's sake. It gets so exhausting walking around with a smile on your face and bright eyes with unseen tears hidden behind them. Give it up. And see, here's the thing. I'm no better. I'm fake too. I hide behind this ****** facade every day and I don't want to. So I get it, I get why we pretend. And I'm not saying let's all stop immediately, because that's impossible, but let's at least recognize what we're doing. Let's at least let those close to us be real. That's a step. It's a step. Take it.
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