-you’re also like too pretty

-u make me too happy

a follow out of the blue
whats a year when its true
friendship or love
wheres the line?
can we ignore what was once there
resist the
irresistible

u said u hoped i would text
i said i hoped you would respond
i didnt say i dreamed of you the night i texted
not for the first time i’ll admit
but this time it was different

i was stuck. no way out.
or through.
or around.
out of the blue a doorbell rings and im opening the door
and falling into your arms

I woke to your message
mere hours later im somehow
a year back
(i really didnt fight that hard though)

my heart aches for love
to be understood and cherished
held in the highest and most deepest of regards
i miss that feeling
i really did miss you you know

every turn a knew reminder
every reminder a painful stab of what used to be..
so-
right

but was now so wrong

i lay here
in one of few sweatshirts i have left
a bastardized relic
of the shrine i used to possess
wondering if this time
it’ll last

-ps universe: extra pretty please?

iv been going crazy waiting for you

fun for the sake of fun
forgetting for the sake of forgetting
*** for the sake of ***

all is fair in love and-
no
nothing is fair

take not just what you are given
but what you can take
if you dont they will

where should i wear my heart?
my cheek?
my sleeve?
i think i always choose wrong

tell me truthfully:
does it ever end well?

God. How am I still not okay?

God. It's been so long.

God. I'm so tired of life right now.

God. What happened to me?

I was such a nice kid.
I was calm all the time.
Mature for my age,
Little but so lively.

I was so helpful.
So loyal.
I always supported my trust.
But I never really spoke my mind.

I was shy.
I was small.
I never stood up for my feelings
I never stood up for myself.

And now I'm older.
I realize I don't need support.
I need myself.
I need confidence.

Speaking your mind is not wrong.
Standing up for your feelings isn't rude.
Standing up for yourself isn't mean.
Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect.

No one's perfect. Not even them.
The ones you hate for being so amazing.
Maybe she has anxiety.
Maybe his mom is alcoholic.

No one has a perfect life.
There's not one perfect family in the world.
There is not a person in the world who's perfect.
There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife.

But just because you aren't perfect.
Doesn't make you less worth it.
You're amazing.
You're still charming, kind, and strong.

You're just more experienced.
You just understand some more things now.

And maybe, just maybe,
You just aren't as shy anymore.

Back and forth back and forth,
Never knowing always caring
Am I to fat, what is my worth?
Is the mirror lying?

Do I look slutty, do I look prudish
Is my hair frizzing up?
The boys are acting kind of rudish
Will I always be stuck in this rut?

I thought I look good today
But then I saw the mirror
I almost felt good today
But now my mind is clearer.

I wish that everybody would just be quiet
And listen to what the birds had to say.

The human race can be so insensitive
But the worst part is we don't even know we're doing it

We crawl through our meaningless lives
Pretending like we know what we're doing

Apparently, we're the most intelligent of our time
I think that should be put up for debate

Have you ever thought about what the ladybugs would say?
Of course not, because that would be crazy

Every single person sees themselves as above at least one thing in life
don't even try to deny it

How do we constantly live with so much drama?
I swear it's getting to my head

Just once in my life, I'd like to witness true silence
Enough to hear the sound of my own thoughts

I don't know who she is,
but I can make
believe the truth.

She’s a princess
Of an island
Somewhere right outside Peru.

She’s the daughter
Of a grand king
And a lovely queen too.

I imagine
A long line
Of men who’d want to pursue

The fair maiden
the heiress
Of a throne she’ll soon assume.

She’ll rule with power and grace,
A smile on her face,
Kindness in her heart,
She’ll give the kingdom a new start.

Though some may doubt,
I know that's who she'll be.
Even if she's not,
She'll always be a princess to me.

Sometimes I wonder why I only have two followers on hello poetry
Maybe I am too boring
Maybe I should stop writing and delete my profile
I only get One like for my work
Scared that I'd break
Poets thanks for the hate!
guess I am not so great :(
Maybe I am too boring,
But I am happy, because I gave my followers some hella great poetry

One day you will know I AM GREAT!