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Aubrey Jones May 2018
I honestly feel more stuck than ever
before
and poetry doesn't seem to do it
anymore
I haven't written lately, there's a couple reasons
why
I only seem genuinely happy when smoking or
high
this is because cutting no longer
relieves me
no matter how far I run someone always
retrieves me
Though I try I can never catch
up
this seems like the 100th time I've said that I've had
enough
I've always loved my parents, I doubt they'll always love me
back
Now I finally figured out what they want that I
lack
I'm sorry I can't find the person you want me to
be
I'm sorry I never learned to accept what's inside of
me
I think I've finally given up
Aubrey Jones Feb 2018
He sent me the lyrics
to his favorite song
and i didn't open it til weeks
after he was gone
and i sang along but the song was brand new
and i wish he could hear me as i whispered
"me too"
Aubrey Jones Dec 2017
Betrayal
is a scary thing
because though you can know someone your whole life
there is always a part of you that is terrified
that one of you will end up betraying the other
and the part that scares me the most is
i know eventually it will be me
-Alex
Betrayal
A trait or a fear
Of what comes next
Are we through
Are we not
Did you take my heart
And leave it unlocked
I know that maybe come back
But the fear of what left
Is enough to keep me back
-Ezra
Aubrey Jones Dec 2017
Today I had a taste of poison, not much, but the smallest amount
Small enough to go undetected, large enough to cause problems
From what started as a normal day, to ******* on my bleach laced hands from doing the laundry, taking a sip from mom's glass when she isn't looking
Not enough to do damage, but to feel the acid burn on my tongue
An addiction I would grow to admire, a habit I would grow to despise
A never-ending loop of joy and disappointment, struggle, and celebration
This is my poison, never being sure if I should stay or go, not knowing if I should let go or hold on tighter
An open bottle of bleach threatening to tip over at any moment.
To spill its contents on the unmarked, and make them damaged.
useful to everyone
used by everyone
not a necessity
and certainly not a desire
  Dec 2017 Aubrey Jones
Miracle
You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles
-Don't you dare tell her you can handle her all the time if you're only ready to handle her at her best.
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