In class the teacher asked
To write a list of our bad habits
Your name showed up in my list
Twice

By that time
I knew I would fall in love
With anything that would remind me
Of how it felt to be alive

I was taught that roses can grow anywhere
And that I had to be careful
Whose heart I choose to grow them
My bad

They told me I deserved better
But the ones I deserved
Were chasing girls
They didn’t

I learned the hard way
That life is much like a party
You arrive at your fullest
And get out like ****

Falling in love reminds me of being drunk
Not matter how bad the hangover is
You would still drink again
Because the feeling it gives you
Is indescribable



I know I’m getting older
Because my childhood dream
Of being invisible
Has turned into a nightmare

The edges of my soul
Are sharper now
I’ve got some demons inside
Don’t get too close darling

Fire raises like a work of art
In front of me
And it keeps me from seeing
It’s burning my life to ashes

You could have stopped all of this
But you ran away
Like a poem
With feet
Arms
And a heartbeat

You've been gone for two months.
You say you've already fallen in love with her
You take her on all the dates we "never had time for"
You give her all your attention-
Your eyes which were always focused anywhere but on me,
never leave her beautiful face.
If you are happy, then I'm happy for you.
I am.
But that doesn't stop the jealous rage from bubbling up.
It clouds my vision and more importantly my mind.
Guess I was a two year long placeholder.
Bu that's perfectly okay.
You and your lies made me who I am today.

And who am I today?
A sometimes confused, but strong, independent girl.
A girl who doesn't need saving or fixing.
certainty not from some boy.
A girl who now realizes what it means to love someone,
and truly understands that those who love you never walk away
(not permanently anyway)
So thanks again for your fabrication.
Through the lonely days in your absence I found myself.

Most of us write
of how bitter
our first kisses
tasted

Mine
tasted like
a limited edition candy
found in an old candyshop
after three years

Like
exhaled smoke
of  your first
mentholated cigarrete

it tasted
like home
after years of
being lost