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haley May 2014
He pushes me away
But pulls me right back in when he wants something
He wants to see a little skin
I gave him what he wanted foolishly thinking the boy who wanted to see me naked also wanted me as a person
I play the game waiting for someone to win
We're just going in circles
He wants my body and I want to be loved
He wants to mess around and I want someone to stay in my life
We're like fire and gasoline
I let him go trying to end this silly game once and for all
But he slithers his way back in my life
And I let him stay
I know he will never love me
I can't make him love me
He only loves my body
  May 2014 haley
The Last Wordsmith
Don’t throw away the poems the poems I write
I know they won’t matter. Not after tonight
Maybe for a little while, rereading them will hurt.
But eventually, my words will be meaningful as dirt
You won’t even hear my voice whispering each word
In your head. It'll be some other voice that is heard
Don’t throw them away okay? Don’t throw away me
Don't throw away all that we used to be.
It's not about me, it's about something one of my friends said. I just reworded it to fit how I would feel in a similar situation. This reminded me of burning things in a fire.... I bet that hurt too. I'm sorry
haley May 2014
A few states away, tubes hooked to his veins
Why haven't they told me it's cancer?
"He's getting a couple tests done"
"Don't worry it's nothing ***"
Why haven't they told me it's cancer?
I hear the late night phone calls
The "how's he doing" phone calls
I got a little curious
Looked at some of your messages
They said he has cancer
You said pack your bags
We are going to visit
I know he's in the hospital
But you never told me it was cancer
I heard he started the chemo
But I didn't hear it from you
I read dad's email
I just wanted to know
What's wrong with him
What the hell's going on
Never thought it'd be cancer
Last night we got in that fight
I called you a liar
You didn't know why
You don't know that I know
My grandpas got cancer
  May 2014 haley
unstable
I miss the feel of your lips against mine;
and their taste which was oh so devine.
I miss the redness on my cheeks and the purple on my neck that reminded me of you.
I miss the hands that I held and the words that you spoke;
although they can never be replaced.
not a single man nor woman could show me what you did; treat me how you did.
even though in the end it was all lies
you still mean the world to me
  May 2014 haley
kyla marie
I can't believe how amazing you are. You're the only person who's made me feel this special in a long time [delete]

are you sure you just want to be 'friends', I think I'm in love with you [delete]

can I have a goodbye kiss? I love your kisses, they taste like summer [delete]

I wish you would just say "Hi" to me in the hallways [delete]

that girl you always walk with is beautiful, I can understand why you didn't want me [delete]

when you told me I was beautiful and **** and all you would ever want, was that all a lie too? [delete]

I got a mosquito bite today and it reminded me of when we slept outside and were attacked by them [delete]

it smells like the nights we spent together [delete]

one, two, three...I've lost count of how many drinks are for you [delete]

I wish you thought about me as much as I think of you [delete]

why are your words stuck in my head [delete]

I was naive and young, I'm sorry I actually thought you loved me [delete]

it's been months since the summer nights we spent together. please tell me you miss me. [delete]

my chest hurts. my heart aches. everything about you from the way your lips tasted to how I got chills down my spine from just one touch makes me want to explode [delete]

the blood running down my wrist contains the words you said but never meant [delete]
  May 2014 haley
unwritten
this
is my first poem
with no capital letters.

and i don't know
why it matters so much,
because the height
or shape
of a letter
has nothing at all to do
with what you are trying to say
or how you feel,
if, of course,
you are one of those lucky few
who feels anything at all.

(a.m.)
  May 2014 haley
burning bright
I hope
I hope
I hope
for you to look at me
but when you do
I can't get myself to meet
your gaze,
too afraid of melting under it.
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