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 1d lizie
Lyle
my scars are beautiful, a map of me
like the one on my knee
from bad poison ivy
the one on my calf
where I was hit with a piece of fence
the one on my left eyebrow, dead center
my personal favorite, prominent in every picture
the one on my chest
from when I fell off my bike
each one is a story
each one is beautiful
scars are lovely
 1d lizie
Lyle
sitting on a wooden bench
swinging my legs, knees scabbed and shins bruised
an old home phone pressed to my ear
"what snack should I bring, when I see you again?"

"ooh, blueberries please, mom!!"
"and can you bring my old stuffed cat? I want to see her again."

"Of course, baby. You can eat the whole carton of blueberries if you want, and Bella will be happy to see you."

I still have the old black cat with the orange burn mark on her shoulder.
Blueberries are still my favorite fruit.

Some things stay the same.
And some things will always change.
like how I never saw you again
except in pictures on your facebook
where you looked happy, healthy
with my baby sister
I'll never get to meet.
I miss you mom.
and I still sleep with Bella.
I just forget where she came from.
Side note: don't eat an entire carton of blueberries. They are natures laxative.
You called me hot
Attracting all the butterflies
Who knew being so vulnerable
Could feel so right
She
She gets me completely,
where other people don’t,
where I thought people never could
She sees my energy and matches or raises it,
she’s here for me forever,
she doesn’t fail to help when I need it-
even without asking
And she tries her **** best to be “good enough”
as if she isn’t already so perfect-
So perfect that I don’t think I deserve her.
I hardly think about you
Except when the music plays
And I realize that no one else
In the whole wide world
Knows the lyrics
But us...
Once or twice a day is not that much, after all...
 3d lizie
Lyle
I lie
I steal
I sneak
I fake
I manipulate
I'm not the person that you see
I'm only as much as I allow you to see
don't you believe?
that isn't me
you shouldn't believe
everything you read
I'm not
all that I appear to be
Guess I've got a bit longer here!
You called my eyes gold
When I stepped out of the car to buy clothes
But I told you they were just hazel
Yet you insisted I was gold

Today was typical
I got the sax out
Pressed play
Started learning my solos

But the music, my air, it came over me
I closed my eyes for a second, and in the next moment I was standing up by the window, a beam of sunlight blinding me
So I closed my eyes again
I wanted to see as I felt in the moment

This time I imagined an audience
For some reason though, I couldn’t care less about them
My parents, or siblings, or even the director
I just wanted you to hear it
To see golden boy with his golden sax

And when I opened my eyes
I saw myself in the tv reflection
Not the stupid insecure boy
But the golden boy you love

It’s funny
I used to be so insecure
And when I met you
I was convinced I didn’t have a chance
Yet somehow
You convinced me to find good in myself-
To be confident of it

You made me a better person
Just by detailing the real me
Changing me completely-
Yet staying the exact same
Now you’re the gold, and I want you to see it too
Sunlight changes people
Some get burnt all over
Others tan until they look like another person
But I think she’s got it best
Every detail I love about her-
It shines

Her blue eyes reflect the world in front of her
Her skin appears closer, and smooth
Her hair becomes golden like sunlight
And her words travel across the heat
Making every muscle in my body quiver

I might have golden hair and eyes
But you’re the true gold, girl
I don’t think I’d be gold at all-
Not without my lovely ray of sunshine
 4d lizie
Lyle
Love her.
With everything you have
Because she deserves it
Love her.
 4d lizie
Lyle
I'm not really sure right now
but I think this is goodbye
for reasons I cannot control
I wish I had longer
there's still so much more I wanted to say
to do
to tell all of you
But you deserve to know
why I won't be posting anymore
or at least not for a while
I love you all
Every single 102 of you
and this may be goodbye
(this is not a suicide note I just won't have access to HP anymore for a while)
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