I bet you're wondering why I'm not like most girls.
I hate the smell of the pavement after the rain.
I hate Starbucks.
I hate the game. (oh, by the way, I lost the game.)
I hate sun flower head bands and white converse.

I bet you're wondering why I won't let you in.
I hate feeling over whelmed with stuff I can't control.
I hate bridges, they can't hold ground.
I hate how hands don't care what they touch because it's just as easy to let go.
I hate the fact that eyes are just another passage way.

I bet you're wondering where my sense of humor faded to.
I hate to smile, it just invites conversation.(like I'd want that)
I hate my laugh.
I hate dreaming about your smile because it makes me dream about your face which makes me dream about your chest moving up and down and hoping that I'll get to lay.... No... No stop.
I hate your corny jokes because in the end, I'll never be able to hear them again.

I bet your wondering what made my heart so bitter and my face so plastic with glazed over blue eyes.
I hate that house.
I hate flower head bands.
I hate that time can't heal all wounds because each clock has arthritis.
I hate bridges.
I hate your corny jokes.


I hate for at least once in my life, you made me happy. Not the little kid with ice cream, happy.
The happy I only read in books, I only find in old people, the kind I can't go to sleep without, the kind where you showed me,

Its okay to breathe.

I hate that you took my breath when you left.
I hate you, so stop wondering.

~T.P~

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be immortalized in words
so stories about me could be written in verse
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be an inspiration
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be the writer
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could help them when they realize
that the world of dreams is just that

I wish I loved a poet
so I could teach them of reality
of the beauty and the pain and the mystery

I wish I loved a poet
so I could show them the stars
so I could teach them how to reach them

I wish I loved a poet
so we could watch the night
and wonder

just once

I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity
anxiety fills my conscience along with insidious darkness

I wonder why the world is so cold and painful, as frostbite is to my lips
a taste so bitter all forms of hope are demolished

I hear the voices of past souls, trying to advise me to turn around
but I persist to shield my ears, leading me to restless nights

I see shadows of my tormented past, guiding me to obscure loneliness
haunting me with past doubts and sorrow

I want to live my life without the regrets, regrets still chewing away at my being
unsympathetic to my cries of solitude

I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of the demons trying to attack me
oppressed by antiquated misery that dwells in the darkness of my mind

I pretend I don’t hear them shrieking my name
like a banshee in the celtic sea

I feel them gnawing at the depth of my perspectives
unable to see beyond the path of obstruction

I touch the feelings of joy and happiness, but am never able to grasp it
the guiding light seems to dim to darkness as my vision blurs to black

I worry that these demons will not flee
They vow bottomless wealth with a side of endless burning

I worry that they will eventually rule my mind body and soul
My senescent spirit is tempted by the sinister evils of the malicious ghouls hungry for empathy

I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity

I wish I could give you the world,
the moon,
and the stars that come too.
but they are not mine to give.
(s.j.b)

I will write you songs
Songs that match the pitch of your beating heart

I will write you stories
Stories that explain the love you left at my feet

I will play games
Games that are played just like the way you kissed me

But I will also sing, dance, and run
Because I am better now
Than I ever was
With you

Twisted was her mouth
when it kissed him for the last time
no longer was it the kiss
That made her shake
But that they would not ever kiss
That she would never kiss again