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Touched by his *******
I shivered
‘N when he entered me I realized
Life is all about loving and making love.
 Jun 2015 Don't Read My Shit
GfS
Some worry that someday
The one we love will
stop holding our hand
or stop talking to us
stop being lovers or
at the least, friends
maybe a slap on the cheek
a fight here and there
or stuff thrown everywhere
but my most worrying thought
is that I'm afraid that one day
maybe today..
she'll forget my name
forget my existence

I cower at the thought
that one day
maybe today..
she'll never
remember I exist
Maybe, it's a selfish thought
'Hey, Beautiful!'
That is how boys get attention;
Saying sweet cherry-topped words
Sounds romantic and endearing;
Words of praises
For those pretty faces;
But they don't plan to stick till the end
To them, love is just a game -
The first to fall loses;
When the game is over,
A new playmate is what they'll look for.
No offense to all the guys here. I am just writing my thoughts about those boys who think girls are just toys whom they can play with and dispose of anytime they got bored of playing. I think guys are not all like that, hopefully. :)
I think boys are all the same.
They'll forget your phone number, face, and name
They'll forget your anniversary, birthday, dates, and trips
They'll forget you're actually a size 7 at the hip.

But some boys are different and sweet and kind
Instead of their *****, they think with their mind
They'll make you feel special and cherished and loved and cared for
The kind of love you thought you didn't have the fare for.

But they're the most dangerous--- stay away from these boys!
They'll treat your still heart like a broken, used toy.
And after this boy gets what he wants,
He won't call or text for the next thousand months.
Some boys will kiss you
   Some boys will *******
      Some boys will love you

But only one boy will die for you.
my 14 year old
younger sister
comes to me
asking for advice about
boys

i'm flattered she thinks
i understand anything about
boys

does she think
my late drunk nights
dancing
kissing
touching
boys
in stranger's homes
makes me an expert

does she think
my long afternoons
chilling
smoking
driving around town with
boys
means I  comprehend how to keep a relationship

does she think
being dropped off
at home
by some of the
boys
a little too late
a little too early
elucidates my ability to understand
boys

I'm sorry
little sister
but I don't understand
boys
anymore than you.
this is really cliché of me to write a poem about boys but I'm sorry it had to be done
I have never met a boy
brave enough to say hello to me first
just out of the blue
because he liked me
and now I realize
that would be because
I am not worth noticing
im not the type of girl
boys fall for
or the type that boys
want to say hello to
boys. sigghhh.
boys with lanky limbs
and ****** up feelings

boys who whisper dandilion wishes
and then rip out your capilliaries:
one after the other

boys who outline the roadmap
of your body with their fingertips
boys who demolish your soul
with their lips

boys who say i love you
and mean it
sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out
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