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I like the way you talk
There's nothing more I can add to that
I like the way you walk
Like you have somewhere to be
I like your smile and how it warms me
I like how your awkwardness seems confident
I like how you're caring
I like how you're sweet
I like how you want to say something
Then don't want to at the same time
I like how you ask questions randomly
I like how you're poem turned out
That you wrote when I asked so I could see your writing
I like your spelling and grammar mistakes
I like that you put up with me being sarcastic
I like how when you ask how I'm feeling
And when I respond honestly you don't judge me
I like how the more I learn about you
The more this list grows
I like you
And that's honesty
you're an ***.
and you deserve to be lonely.
and i hate you.
and i  love you.
and i hate to love you.
and i ******* love to hate you.

but you're just a boy.
and i'm just a girl.
and we're just something that never happened.
and we're just a big, ****** up, mistake.
and we're nothing special at all, really.
and we're going to be forgotten.

but i'm just a girl.
and you're just a boy.
and i'm still in love with you.
and i'm hellbent on hating you.
and i'm looking for another you.
and i'm convinced i won't find him.

so you're still an ***.
and i'm still in love.
but i'm heading out.
and i'll find someone.
you say you're insecure about your looks
but let me tell you that
you're the kind of pretty that makes heads turn
the kind that have guys falling over themselves to please you
the kind of pretty that makes girls jealous
the kind that lowers self esteem
the kind that makes me mad when you say you're not pretty
because you're the kind of pretty
that makes me hate myself
every time i look into the mirror
"you're right actually" im am pretty-  I'm pretty troubled, and I'm pretty confused and I'm afraid. Really, really Afraid.
 Sep 2015 The Demons Within
amt
I don't know what happened.
I don't know where that came from.
I don't know why I did that.
I don't know how I expected you to react.
I don't know why I hurt you.
I know that I'm sorry
And I don't know why that's all I can say.
Saying goodbye is not the hardest part
But it breaks your heart
Not even seeing them walk away
And you can do nothing to make them stay
The hardest part is
Remembering the time when they promised
To be on your side forever
But fulfilling that promise with another
Okaaaay. <//3
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