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Marissa Feb 2018
Lighten up,
Laugh more too,
Why do you keep listening to that ******* music about dying?
Smile more.

Just BE HAPPY!

Eat more,
Why do you keep asking about your weight?
Quit puking up every meal.

Just BE HAPPY!

They’re just people,
Why are you a nervous wreck?
Act normal.

Just BE HAPPY!

Leave it alone,
Why must you freak if something small is out of place?
Go on without touching.

Just BE HAPPY!

It’s not real,
Why are you always screaming like there are monsters under your bed?
Just keep moving forward.


...Just be happy
Be happy
Be happy!
Marissa Feb 2018
Silence fills the space,
Along with silent screams that can't be replaced.

Hands grab and pull at Innocence,
Tugging and ripping it apart.

Huddled in a barricaded area,
Innocence sits.

Waiting...
And waiting.
Marissa Feb 2018
I’m the shy and the weird and the try to be cute all the time but fails miserably.
I’m unwanted by others and the wanted by some
And the “ignore her she acts invisibly anyways.”
I’m the insomniac and the depressed and the anxiety attacks.
I’m the prey and the predator and the bystander.
I’m the failure and the miserable and the screams for help.
I am one person, and that is myself.
I’m the friend of the man in the moon and the secret keeper and the one not to seek attention.
I’m the not so perfect soul and the not so gifted and the not so smart.  
I’m the sadness in my mind and the happiness around the corner and the mixed emotions left behind.                      
I’m the undecided and the bad influence and the annoying.
I’m the one who has lost all feeling and the one who gain feeling back and the one who makes her pillow catch tears when someone else can’t.
I’m the strong and the weak and the average.
I’m the book smarts and the common sense and the *******.
I’m the one and only kind of me out there and I embrace myself.
I am myself.
Marissa Feb 2018
Love is defined in the dictionary as an intense feeling of deep affection. Now, not only do I agree with that but to me, love is also accepting the other person as they are and not asking them to be someone else.  I don't mean that people in love can't ask each other to change in minor ways, but love, to me, means being able to accept who the other person really is. When you are truly in love with a person, you are free to really be yourself without worrying that the other person is judging you and being critical of you. It’s also based on the relationship because there are different types of love. For example, love between a man and woman (or romantic couple) differs from the love between a parent and child. However, in the romantic sense, I think the meaning of love is that which makes you whole. Not to sound cheesy, but if the person makes you realize the good things about your life and the world, then it's love. Love is when you feel comfortable enough with someone to speak your mind freely and you can become selfless for them, in some ways, love is having your best friend as your partner. Love can also be with things, you can love food, like me, because it makes you feel good. Love basically makes you feel good, about yourself, about others, and about your relationships. To love is the law of life itself, its one of the most sublime actions that a human being is capable of. Love is the messiest, stupidest, most beautiful thing ever created. It's so easy to fall in love and very difficult to get out of it. You know it's there because there is this warm little fire inside of you that erupts when you see them. You feel it in your bones, in your heart, in your hands, you feel it in your legs, in your lips and fingertips, you feel it all over and it squeezes your heart. Love is so hot it makes you sweat. It makes you shake. It keeps you up at night. It makes you want to be with them all the time. But Love is powerful. It gets to your head and drives you crazy. It hurts. It makes you cry. It's loud arguments. It's drinking away the pain. It's apologizing. It's make-ups and break-ups. It's running through an airport for one last goodbye. It's sunrises and sunsets. It's late night calls and good morning texts. It's flowers delivered to you. It's remembering birthdays and anniversaries. It's sharing a routine because you're one now. It's starting over and over because love, at first sight, is true. It's adventure. It's mystery and secrets shared. It's inside jokes. It's timeless beauty. It's acceptance. Love is absolutely unconditional. No matter what day or time, no matter what year, no matter who's who, love is the strongest most powerful thing ever, so be careful, it can destroy you.

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