I hate the way you made me cry
And the way I let you in

I hate the way I thought you loved me
Even though that's no longer true

I hate the way I told you my secrets and all of my problems too

I hate the way you knew about my brave shield and still decided to knock it down

I hate the way you gave up without a fight
Even though I know that's what you wanted

I hate the way that you picked now to let it out, at the time I loved you the most

I hate the way I believed you when you'd say you love me every night
And call me perfect even though I knew it was a lie

I hate the fact that you were the reason for the smile on my face
And even worse the tears on my cheek

I hate the way the last memory I have of you is the best we ever shared
Even though your intentions were far away from mine

I hate the way I still remember your little quirks
And you claim to remember mine

And the way I can still remember how your touch felt against my skin
And the butterflies I got in the pit of my stomach when we kissed

I hate the way you accepted my faults and I did the same to you
And the fact you were my first everything

I hate how every room in my house is filled with memories of you

I hate the fact we wasted so much time and the way you didn't give it a second thought

I hate the fact I know you won't change your mind about this no matter how hard I try

And I hate the fact you left my life without any kind of warning
And the fact I didn't have an impact on your life like you did in mine

But most of all I hate the fact I don't hate you, in fact you were the first guy I loved

But you know what, *******, I'm a diamond not a rock

My poem is my true selfie,
An X-ray of the inner me,
A snap-shot of reality,
A close-up of what's really me,
Un-shopped pixels of beauty.
Me.

We crawl into a book,
slipping in between print,
wrapping ourselves up in the comforting words.
It sits there waiting,
to invite us to its world,
sad dust collects when untouched.
Beauty in the creators imagination,
thought provoking, sad, happy -
emotions created by print on a page.
The smell of earth and must.
An exciting adventure to happen,
or an old and reliable friend.

It's been raining since you left
It has never stopped at all
And I've never stopped thinking about
The day it started to fall

It's been raining since you left, dear
I miss when the sun used to shine
Every day was bright then and
On my lips there was a smile

It's been raining since you left me
Some days it drizzles, some it pours
But each day it's all the same
I miss you more and more

It's been raining since you left and
I miss your arms around my heart
Now it's cold and unforgiving
And I'm shivering in the dark

It's been raining since you left, love
Oh your warmth proved way too much
You bent, scarred and burnt me
Yet I'm ice cold to the touch

It's been raining since you left though
I try and try to see the sun
Not even a single ray of light
Have I ever come upon

It's been raining since you left oh
Will I ever find my way?
The rain falling, falling to the ground
Is all I see these days

It's been raining since you left but
The fire in my heart remains
Blazing, raging, flaming
Against the downpour of the rain

She opens up Word
To finish her long-ago due homework
Yet she just found herself staring
At her little computer
Sighing, she types in
"asfhdbcndjhdr"
Because that was all
That could come out of her
So she goes and gets
A piece of paper
Thinking, hoping
This might be easier

But after a few minutes
Of her just playing with her pen in her fingers
She stops and groans
Wasn't she supposed to be a writer?
Frustrated, she grabs her pens
And throws them
"****, I can't even finish
A ******* po