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Maddy Van Buren Jul 2015
the hardest part
about trying to grow up
is that my mom
she never leaves
the garage door open
anymore
and doesn't call me
if she wants to know
when I'll be home
I guess maybe
she may not want to know
if I'm coming home
anymore
Maddy Van Buren Jun 2015
I sat in the church parking lot
upwards of an hour
at 1 in the morning
to cry with the rain
and I just want to know
if that is how I'm supposed to feel
at 18
in the summertime
Maddy Van Buren Jun 2015
your poems aren't art
God may as well be dead
your words don't fill me
and flowers have never sprung
from my mouth or yours
it's a ******* joke
and a sick lie
a poem never saved a life
because God laughed
and didn't make pain helpful
he made me sit down at the counter
at 2 am
to hit my fist again
and again
over a **** page
and even he knows
this poem isn't art
Maddy Van Buren Jun 2015
she told me to be myself
but myself is screaming in my car
at the top of my lungs
going 80 on dirt roads
in the dark
where I think I've lost it all
but I can't stop running through
because it reminds me of you
and how we used to talk
how it was easy to be happy
and easy to forget
all the things you said
were wrong
and I'm crying out in pain
nostalgia's chokehold
she told me to be myself
I think I'm going to be myself
for a very long time
Maddy Van Buren Jun 2015
I didn't want to be your phase
I wanted to make you laugh
but you didn't want the world
you wanted comfort
and I get that
I see that now
it was my mistake to believe
you needed more than this
at a party
with someone else
laughing
I just can't believe I had to realize
next to all my friends
laughing
Maddy Van Buren Jun 2015
in sleepless nights
why do you want everything to hurt
when you could alleviate your pain
you sulk through the days
not caring who you've damaged
your pain is your burden
but you carry it so well
retrieve the memories of me
remember you and I
we didn't harbor pain
but you couldn't bear the harmony
so you cut the strings
and damaged the chords
our symphony's shriveled sound
no longer beat to our drums
your heart had changed tunes
but why is all I've ever asked
would you rather lay in a casket
surrounded by roses
than in the tall grass
on summer days
staring back at me
Maddy Van Buren May 2015
good boys can wait their turn
have me when I'm dead and ready
right now im physcotic
only care about narcotics
this raging traffic inside my head
symphonic, I'm overdosing
always going
catatonic
because I'm a doll hooked on adderall
you wish I'd fall
I know you wanna see me off the ledge
but I'm 6 feet tall
in my fur coat stillettos golden halls
turning gray alleys and we can't breathe
we can't breathe and death's a tease
******* thief
if you ask me
and what I wouldn't give
for a bad boy to just be good
treat her right, one night
to hold a hand with no claws
kiss a face, no bite involved
all these boys from outta town
already dead, and out of ground
giving me heartache, fade in, blackout
it's too **** late
just wanna sleep
take another pill, live-in hell
it's all you ever wanted
la princessa fell
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