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AJ Oct 2014
"Break your neck,
And I will love you.
Like a bird that cannot fly."
I don't know why this resonates with me so much.
What does that say about me?

I wish it had been like this with us.
I didn't break my neck,
You did.
You broke both of our necks.
I guess I let you.
And now neither of us can fly
And we will starve to death,
Because neither of us can leave the nest for food.
Just waiting for the other to die
So we can have a different kind of nourishment.

You died first.
What does that say about me?
AJ Oct 2014
My blood is boiling,
And coincidentally
The water for my tea
Is also boiling.
But I can't enjoy this tea.

I can't enjoy anything.
I used to be needed.
And I used to be taken care of.
And I used to be spoiled rotten
With your companionship.

And now I sit and look at the scars
We all used to share and compare,
On the inside and on our skin.
I want to say that I'm too old to make any new ones.
AJ Oct 2014
It's so weird.
I am very greedy.
I thrive off attention.
I really do.
And I get so much of it,
But I just want more.
I get very finicky when someone isn't fawning over me.

I am self spoiled.
I'm not sure if that's wrong or not.

I am a queen
And you're obscene
If you do not notice
AJ Oct 2014
One day Bravery climbed all the way to the moon.
Yes, his name was Bravery.
And his middle name was Reagan.
And he was seven and three fourths.
But anyway, please pay attention to the actual story.
One day Bravery climber all the way to the moon.
He drew himself a staircase,
And he ran all the way.
He had to stop a few times
To catch his breath and take a drink of water,
You must stay hydrated.
But oh boy did he get there.

He was never "shooting for" the moon in the stars.
Bravery believes in strict gun control laws.
Plus he's only seven and three fourths.
AJ Oct 2014
WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON.
Why am I blocked and unfollowed.
Numbers changed.
You have a new boyfriend?
You hate each other now,
And then I'm just....What?

I literally have no clue
And I want to say that I couldn't care less.
Or some poetic **** about sadness
Or nostalgia welling up in my throat.

But I honestly just want to know
What the **** is happening.
But no one is going to fill me in.

I'm out.
Whatever.
AJ Oct 2014
My inner monologue says
Don't let them see you show
Defeat
Remorse
Regret
Sadness
Uncertainty.
You are a queen.

I trust you see it the same way.
AJ Oct 2014
I'm too tired to talk.
But we can always
Just stare at each other,
And get drunk in a dimly lit room.
Or not.
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