Lizzie 2d
it's been a while since i felt this feeling
listening to your music on repeat
dreaming of the day we can be together for each song

"we've got our whole lives left, to make some memories"

imagining your rough-skinned, yet gentle touch
the smell of your clothes after work
the taste of your spit mixing with mine

"have you looking so pretty as we ride through the city"

picturing the late night trips for fast food at 2 am
while you drive, your hand on my thigh
the moonlight making our skin light up

"i want the entire street out of town just so i can be alone with you"

i want you all for myself,
because i'm selfish
and i love you.
a poem about my love for my boyfriend, Zach, using lyrics from songs i've stolen from him. (lyrics with their songs listed below)

"we've got our whole lives left, to make some memories" -Lost Boys by Ocean Park Standoff

"have you looking so pretty as we ride through the city" If You Were Mine by Ocean Park Standoff (ft Lil Yachty)

"i want the entire street out of town just so i can be alone with you" - Adore by Amy Shark
Lizzie Jul 7
i wish i was like you,
outgoing and sociable.

what is it like talking to someone
just because you feel like it?

how does it feel to send a message
and not feel the chat box closing in on you?

i wish the compliments didn't seem like
covered up insults that stab right through me.

i wish i could talk to you without
having to apologize.

it's hard hitting enter, and whenever i do,
it's even more difficult not to delete it.

i want to go back and remove it all,
never notify you of my need for attention.

i just wanted to talk to you,
so i could seem like you.
Lizzie Jun 26
i'm still not asleep,
and neither are you.

you're thinking about her,
and i'm thinking about me.

you're so loving, yet
i'm so selfish, i want your love.

please call me,
please talk to me.

stay with me until i sleep,
then you can go

go back to her,
and i'll go back to me.
Lizzie Jun 26
if i were you

i wouldn't love me

neither
-grandson: despicable 6/15/2018
Lizzie Jun 15
right side of bed
top drawer
tiny blade
blood stained

right of drawer
vertical cabinet
cigarettes
and a lighter

here's to forgetting you
Lizzie May 25
blowing breeze pushes this
introvert slightly out of her
round and obnoxious shell of
toxic self
hate so that i can receive praise that i
deserved, even though all i did was
age one more
year

:-)
i turned 18 today! here's a little acrostic poem :)
Lizzie May 13
dissociating from life

melting into my sheet less bed

feel the pressure of every homework assignment i never turned in, every excuse i made to avoid hanging out, every person's feelings i ever disregarded

but also feel absolutely nothing



hearing all the beats of the song, every lyric feels like the writer wrote them just to connect to you

but also having the sound drown out and everything goes deafening quiet


i'm tired of existing
of simply living

breathing is hard to do.
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