All I want right now Is you Right here Lying beside me In my bed Sleeping innocently The way we did at camp The way you played with my hair And stroked my arm with your thumb Gently running it up and down Feeling your breath on me Your chin resting on my head Listening to the steady heartbeat in your chest Feeling safe in your arms Genuinely happy With the light flutter Of butterflies Moving in my stomach The smile creeping in on my face As you move your hand to my back Pull up the back of my top And gently rub my bare back Your foot curled over mine So even if you let me go I could still feel you there And be able to sleep I want to go back to that time All I want is you Right here Right now With me In your arms Feeling your gentle touch And listening to your heartbeat Resting on your chest I want you I miss you I need you
I feel Hurt Scared Confused Loved Hated Annoyed Sad Happy Angry ******* Upset Down Unwanted Not Good enough All in one And all together Makes me feel More Upset And Sad Than anything
Grow some ***** You little ***** Be straight up ******* Grow a ******* pair Stop making a big deal Out of nothing I was upset And you didn't even care Didn't give a **** Cool dude Thanks for fucken nothing **** boy Get ******
So they cut These words Like the blade that sung your melody As you cast it from your razor Or your plethora of phrases Come backs Snarky remarks And stainless steel Like frost bitten angels we wail And spit words like knives If insults could sever arteries We'd be less Left For dead So we cut With shaking hands and quivering jawlines We cut with our moms good sewing scissors And bitter cusses And self defecating tunes To save our souls from being cut by someone else We are our own Worst enemy
It's not like I can't get up in the mornings It's simply because I'm not in the mood It's easy to say I'm lazy or something But it's quite simple, I'm not in the mood It's so breezy for you to walk over me And if I get snappy so be it I'm done with your ****, be grateful I'm here Even if it isn't on time I'm still not in the mood
It was never meant to break our spirits, rather to prove we have beating hearts!
We mustn't succumb in the face of pain dear poets! Feeling pain is proof that we are alive! It proves that we have souls! It proves that we have beating hearts! :)