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Jan 2011 · 869
Flower.
Colleen Drennan Jan 2011
You rip me out of the ground
and then throw me back down, or
tear off my limbs
while confessing your unabated love for him, you
have absolutely no regard for anything but
that which you find aesthetically pleasing.
You don't seem to understand that
I would do anything to be in your arms, forevermore.
You can't seem to comprehend that
it breaks my heart to hear that it's him that you adore.
Oct 2010 · 1.2k
Flame.
Colleen Drennan Oct 2010
I could run away with fear
but you, oh you, I hold so dear
so call me stupid one more time
and I'll act as if everything is fine.
I should have given up by now
but I won't let it go, no how
now, knock on my heart once again
and I'll be sure, so sure, to let you in!

I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I love you.
You hate me.
You love me.
You hate me.
You hate me.
You love me.
You hate me, babe.

I could walk away from you
and be okay, I won't be blue
because you put me through such ****
& you'll be lucky if you don't get hit
time goes by, but time won't fly
the spark that set the flame won't die
The fire tantalizes me
& then I get hit with the third degree

I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I love you.
You hate me.
You love me.
You hate me.
You hate me.
You love me.
I love you, babe.
Oct 2010 · 1.3k
Conceit.
Colleen Drennan Oct 2010
Do you see me as I see?
Delusions and semi-conscious conclusions,
scattered thoughts and confusion.
Or do you see what's more than me?
Joy overflowing from the holes in my skin,
a lack of notable sin.
Oct 2010 · 581
Minuscule.
Colleen Drennan Oct 2010
undertaken and overthrown:
I let you in.
Assumed and conquered:
I let you win.
Oct 2010 · 522
No flow.
Colleen Drennan Oct 2010
There have been times that have been trying;
been times I’ve felt like dying,
and, sure as hell, there has been crying
but isn’t that what teenage life is all about?

about the pain,
about the tears;
the callowness of younger years,

half broken hearts,
& half free souls,
& feeling like we’re never whole.

'Cause enough is never quite enough,
when you’re faced by the obscene;
the mean, green, in-between.
Oct 2010 · 708
Bliss.
Colleen Drennan Oct 2010
I caught my first glimpse of what they call heaven
aboard my ship in the sea of the sky
Never have I been more sure of anything
Than I was of my desire to fly
Light encompassed me, from fear I was set free.
As I floated, drifting ever so softly
nothing was of the essence, for I lived above it all
until the day that I'd fall, I lived above it all.
Oct 2010 · 869
Repair and Reversion.
Colleen Drennan Oct 2010
I never saw it coming,
but once we had our start,
I knew it wouldn't be long
before you had my heart.
You made me laugh & smile;
the way you showed you cared,
& then I went and ****** things up
for what? 'Cause I was scared?
You never could deserve
such pitiful treatment,
and now my tasteless soul
you will sooner resent
than I could have imagined,
or anyone could write.
I wish that I could change it;
go back and make it right,
but I don't have that power
and sadly no one can
revert to times before,
back to when we began.
When all was new & blooming;
when all was innocent,
before it all went sour
repent, repent, repent!
I promise that I'll fix this
& everything will be
back to typicality.
Back to you and me.
A poem written by a teenage girl, about a teenage boy.

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