Brooke

Brooke Oct 2013

he asked me,
how do i know i'm in love with him,
i said:
"i am in love with
every aspect of you,
even the parts that you
have grown to
hate."
then he understood
everything,
even the words
i could not say.
-(b.m)

Brooke Oct 2013

i miss you

all i've seen since
18 hours ago
is green eyes and
freckles
sparkled on your nose
and
your smile
in the back of my mind,
i would say i don't miss
you
but
i'd be lying;
the nights
get colder, it isn't summer
anymore.
no more sitting in the back
of your dads truck
with your arms around me.
i miss your lips on my
cheek
and your head
on my chest.
it's getting harder
to live without
you,
we still talk like everyday
but we don’t talk in the same way that we used to
i'll move on and forget you
we could never see eye to eye
but either way.
-b.m

i didn't want to forget him.

Brooke Oct 2013

i met a boy

in the winter i met a boy
who lied about his love for me,
who hit me
never knowing why
and still, he said:
"i'm only doing this because i love you"
he left bruises on my arm
and scars on my wrists,
he always made fun of my
weight.
he never failed to say: "i love you"
with his mouth full of lies.
it has gotten so bad
to the point where i started
believing that
i deserved all he was doing to me

in summer, i met a boy
who treated me like a princess
he bought me nice things,
wrote me letters
he took the pain
a w a y
my parents approved of him,
my friends did too
he kisses like the devil
while keeping all of my demons
away
my friends told me
keep him. stay.
now i know
i deserved
more
than the boy i met in the winter
-b.m

i wrote this poem about my past trauma expierence, if you're ever in an abusuve relationship and you don't seek help or leave him because you think he loves you, you're not the victim. don't stay because he says the right words just to get what he wants. it gets better, it always gets better. leave. him.

Brooke Oct 2013

kids in love

the way your green eyes
sparkle
and the way
the brown curls
stick
to your forehead,
i want to tell you
that you saved me,
but i can't
find the right words to
say.
your raspy voice when
you sing to me on the
phone
the way you laugh when
i tell you a funny joke,
i'm in love with you
i want you to know
but i don't
know how
to
tell you
-b.m

Brooke Oct 2013

promise

he saw the new scars on my wrist.
his face was puzzled,
he looked so worried and confused
he said, "promise me you won't do it again,"
but i couldn't,
i couldn't look him in the eye
and promise
because i knew
i'd break that promise
again
-b.m

Brooke Oct 2013

about a boy

he says
in the summer
when the sun shines on his face,
he hates it
because he doesn't like the way
the sun sparkles its shine
on his face to his nose,
to where you can see
the freckles on his face
right above his cheek,
it's like little angels kissing him with
love.
i tell him,
how much i love them everyday,
they are a part of him he hates
but they make me love him
twice as more.
-b.m

i wrote this poem about a boy i met in the middle of June.

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