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Some say Im moody,
Others still call me a bi polar
Twisted with devil's advocacy;

I call it dealing with your B.S.
here we are.
trying to fill the emptiness
the places where we hurt each other
with small talk
and offerings of cups of coffee
and slices of chocolate cake
and flan
as if the sweetness
is enough to cover our faults.
as if sugar is the cure
for the wounds we keep.
and today.
it is.
it is a place to start.
"Please stay I love you."
I love you too.

I love the way you never acknowledge me.
How you never seemed to notice I was there.

I love the way you called me names.
How you called me annoying and troublesome.
How you called me stupid and weak.

I love the way you always left me.
How you never wanted to talk to me.

I love how you were ashamed to be around me.
How you walked away from me in public.

I love the way you toyed with me.
How you treated me like an experiment.
Like I was a thing for you to test out.

Why do you spit out lies?
We both know you don't mean it.
Is this another game for you?

You put me through hell.
I'm nothing to you.
I'm leaving you forever.

One day, when I'm on my deathbed,
I'll know that I made the right decision.
Thank you
for letting me rant about my troubles,
you stood by me even through the hardest times.

Thank you
for never losing interest in me,
I never lost you.

Thank you
for being so humble,
your courtesy got me far.

Thank you
for being my light,
piercing through the darkness of my heart.

Thank you
for your smiles,
your gifts and love kept me alive.

Thank you
for pulling me out of the frigid waters,
for I had finally sunken after skating on thin ice for so long.

Thank you
for being so selfless,
you had been going through the same thing but still thought about me first.

Thank you
for saving me,
I'd be nothing without you.
Dedicated to my savior, Ariane De G.
You'd know him if you saw him,
When he appears out of the air,

He could make you jump without even trying,
With his grin ever there,

If you ever meet him - You'll find him in a tree,
Smiling at everything - He never seems to care,

His body seems to come and go,
His head and smile still seen,

When he vanishes completely it's never for long,
His coat always soft, with a smooth and silky sheen,

That Cheshire cat - A crafty one he is,
He may talk in riddles - And always does he preen,

The cat that can best even the greatest Magicians each and every time,
Helps as he pleases and watches without a care for never a nickel or dime.
Third in the Wonderland Themed Poems.  Had these three sitting for a short while so I decided to type them up finally.
 Jun 2017 Lauren Ehrler
Aurora
What is the point of a fist? Is it for fighting? Why? Can't you use your words to work it out instead? Is it to crush things in your hand? Why? Can't you let the item stay whole? Is it because YOU don't feel whole? Is it because you think breaking other things, or even OTHER people, will make YOU feel whole? How? Wouldn't that just make it worse? Please, open your hands, & notice how much better that is. Please, open your eyes & look @ the things you've been missing out on. Please, open your heart & let God in so he can peace back together your soul. Because with God, ANYTHING is possible.
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