What you were at first
Was a beautiful red rose
A breath of fresh air

What you then became
Was a vengeful pointed thorn
Quick to ***** my hand

Tearing me open
Drawing blood as red as you
Just to heal your wounds

You apologized
But I don't trust you at all
Who knows what were lies

So the lesson learned
Is beautiful red roses
All still have their thorns

If I were to make a poem
About how you
Make me feel
It would contain
Waves of sadness
And mountains of doubts
heavy rains of anxiety
And tornadoes of thoughts
Forests of innocence
That the fires of passion
Would burn out
Lightning bolts of panic
And whirlwind of emotions
That’s all your about

How could you do this
Forget me so easily
Like I was nothing.

Toss me like a ****
All because you are afraid
But that is your loss.

It makes my head spin
I have shed countless teardrops
This isn't easy.

As the days go on
I have to try to let go
Try to move forward.

i wonder if the doors in the house you grew up in
started slamming themselves to save your father the trouble.
i wonder if you can remember the last time you prayed,
and if you had trouble unfolding your hands.
i wonder if your mother knows
about the collection of hearts you hide in your closet,
i wonder if she could tell mine apart from the rest.
i wonder if your shoes know the reason why
you keep them by the back door and not your bedside.
and sometimes, i wonder
if you ever think about that night when i told you,
you wouldn't need to drink so much if you had me.
but it seems like we only speak when you've got body on your brain,
whiskey in your glass,
your judgement is overcast,
and you know i'm too weak to ignore you.
i learned how to translate your texts
from drunken mess back into english.
i am fluent in apology, but i don't ask you for them anymore.
this is just how it is.
it's not enough for either of us
but ******* it we are not above settling.
so i will ignore her name on your breath,
and you will ignore the fact that this means something to me.
i always thought the first time i kissed you,
it would be on your mouth.
i just wanted to be something warm for you to sink into,
something that could convince you to stay a second night.
but i sneak you out in the early morning,
and you take a piece of my pride with you when you go.
i am left to nurse the hangover from a wine i've never tasted,
wondering how this is possible.
waiting for the next drunk call,
for the next time i get to pretend we are lovers,
the next time i get to live out the fantasy i am most ashamed of.
it is the one in my head where you want me when you're sober too.

- m.f.

What If Today was your last day?**
How would you live your last hours?
Would you be surrounded by others who cherish you?
Or would you be on your own?
Playing your favorite game?
Getting into trouble?
Crossing off your bucket list?
Telling someone your love for them?
Would you go insane?
Knowing your about to leave this world behind.
Knowing your loved ones will feel empty inside.
Why do we live to die?
Are you religious?
Do you believe in God?
Believe in heaven above?
Did you live life to the fullest?
Don't say what if.
Live life and do.

People think they know my story,
They don't.
You see they don't ask me, they don't talk to me.
We are all strangers for what?
There are billions of people and we only know a handful.
I want to be known by that big count of people,
But not judged or criticized for what I do.
Its my life let me live it,
Mistakes or success I'll learn to be a better person,
Why hurt others?
All you have to do is be happy smile and laugh at everything.
I dare you to simply say hello to someone you see,
You could change there whole day by simply acknowledging them.
And sometimes you will lose people by cause of death
by different outlooks in life.
All I ask of you to do is care a little more about others.
For the kids being picked on stand up to the bully's,
Become a hero in someones eyes,
All I want to do is be someones hero or role model just to be looked up too
It would make me feel wanted, needed.
Maybe one day you'll remember and notice me.

We were given a ticket for a ride,
A ride or die.
We go on this ride called life,
There will always be twists and turns that will scare us;
That will make our stomach drop from the fast pace.
We sometimes need that adrenaline rush to overcome the impossible.
To win but everyone wants to be in first place,
Constantly playing little games.
What if the ride or game ends? will we get another ticket? or will we be lost?
We all want to find that thrill in our hearts,
But sometimes we cant because we hear people scream,
But knowing we have to keep calm at times.
And our standards are usually so high they rise to the sky,
But our emotions are lower then the lines.
We also have to tackle our fears and get over the challenges.
So Keep riding along and keep getting strong.

I have a vine and a poetry rhyme.
Writing and laughing help me cope with the climbing rope.
If I fall I'll break some bones and yell out some moans.
Give me hope because i'm already in doubt.
Stressed so much,
Just so I can impress.
Nervous about everything is it for anything?
Depressed I just need to get up and get dressed
Reminding myself not to get into trouble,
For I know I couldn't handle the arrest.
Haunted by everyday struggle.
Sometimes I feel unwanted I need to get out of my bubble.
But my heart is smart for loving so many.
Putting you before myself.