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2.9k · Aug 2018
Reset
mitus Aug 2018
As much as he hurt me, I'd do it all over again.
2.8k · May 2018
Bittersweet Thirst
mitus May 2018
Spilling the juice all over the floor,
Missing you each day more and more.

Listening to music- new and old
My decisions getting a bit more bold.

Shutting the door louder than usual,
My mind is starting to get delusional.

Loving you without a doubt,
Hate seeing you with other girls out and about.

Scrutinizing every mistake I write,
Only to view every poem I spite.

Luring the unknown into my room,
Chimney blows wind in with a bad fume.

Securing my own locks on doors so fragile,
My body always wanting to move so agile.

Leaving your life and entering his,
Wisdom hit but so did his fist.

Sobbing on the cold ground,
I wish I still had you around.

Listening on what to do - my friend’s advice,
Maybe I have to start trying more than twice.

Sending mixed signals and causing trouble,
Will only ever lead to a burst in the bubble.

Lacking thought or too many to count,
So many problems I have to dismount.

Serving my old yet new figure,
My body tired, and oh-so-bitter.

Latching on somebody to stay,
Words cannot explain my feelings at play.

Shouting loud but not loud enough,
My brain's gone into a severe slough.

Crying for extreme help,
I cannot do this by myself.
1.9k · Feb 2018
Pretty Princess Ugly Flaws
mitus Feb 2018
Pretty Princess in Pink
Pretty Princess Don’t Shrink
Pretty Princess Stained Ink
Pretty Princess Fatal Brink

Pretty Princess in Blue
Pretty Princess Don’t Chew
Pretty Princess Mixed Too
Pretty Princess Fatal Clue

Pretty Princess in Black
Pretty Princess Don’t Crack
Pretty Princess Stained Tack
Pretty Princess Fatal Hack

Pretty Princess in White
Pretty Princess Don’t Fight
Pretty Princess Mixed Light
Pretty Princess Fatal Sight
I hope the message is clear.
1.7k · May 2018
No Accommodation
mitus May 2018
Your family yells and I wish I can help,
Your family beats but I still wish to meet,
Your family drinks and I still need to jinx,
You a better life.  
You don't deserve this,
You say you do, but you don't.  
Trust me, I won't stop saying this, I won't!  
I love you as a friend, you know I do
How can I make you believe me, what's new with you?
I need for you to understand, so you don't become a shrew,
Will you ever love me as I've loved you?
1.1k · Nov 2017
Big frog, little frog
mitus Nov 2017
Big frog, little frog
It’s okay if people don’t love
Big frog, little frog
Don’t frown

Big frog, little frog
It’s okay if parents don’t appreciate
Big frog, little frog
Don’t cry

Big frog, little frog
It’s okay if friends don’t care
Big frog, little frog
Don’t bawl

Big frog, little frog
It’s okay if families don’t want
Big frog, little frog
Don’t weep

Big frog, small frog
You can do it.
823 · Sep 2018
unreal feels
mitus Sep 2018
i always feel cold
maybe it's because i feel alone,
or my weaknesses often show

i try to cover up,
i feel like the withdrawal symptoms after an overdose on drugs.

i feel like im not enough,
i've just become
and already i need to shut up.

i try not to feel empty
but the emotion is anxious plenty

i really wish i had gotten a better start,
or if i just hadn't flirted
i wouldn't have seem perverted
i'm nowhere near perfect.
im laughing at how much i ****** up
803 · Feb 2018
Just a Kiss
mitus Feb 2018
Just a kiss, buttercup
Remember not to **** me up.
Maybe it’d be best, to promise
Just one kiss.

Strangers after all don’t have business with each other.
That’s what mother
Said.
It will always wander in my head.

But little by little
My hands would fiddle
Every single **** time I saw you.
But knowing you’d never be able to come through.

Our promise broke and one kiss led to two.
Then three.
And so forth.
God, I shouldn’t have trusted myself with you.

The last time our lips felt each other
Was when your girlfriend caught us under your covers.

She came by with a surprise
But left with numerous lies and sobbing eyes.

You yell at me.
“Stupid ***** couldn’t keep her mouth shut.” Yell he.

I too, left with sobbing eyes.
Then despise.
And a part of me dies.

Ever since we stopped this secret
My weakness
Is you.
But I can’t do this,
I have to stop thinking about your kiss.
The thoughts continue to spew.

This is wrong.
I should have realized sooner you were just playing a puppet’s song.
744 · Feb 2018
aggressive poetry
mitus Feb 2018
i hate you more than i hate MYSELF
don't you see what you've done?
NO
YOU DO N ' T
because you dont pay attention to the hearts you break!
I hate you.
729 · May 2018
Truth in Sass
mitus May 2018
What are YOU looking at?
Smack that ***,
Talk about sass.

Looking at me sweetheart?
Well *******, I'll only tear you apart.

You think you can change me?
We'll see about that,
You rearrange me?
What a dumb ****.

What else have you got to say for yourself?
Sexualizing women's bodies,
Your catcall can help **** oneself,
But it wouldn't be just your fault, it'd be everybody's.
606 · Feb 2018
weak
mitus Feb 2018
as frail the flower
the petals are power
a melody not yet scoured
the sunlight much devoured

pick the petals, one by one
save or throw until you've won
as dismay it seems, do not run
for a blossom may stun

be careful to remember the thorns that groove the stem
they ***** blood or lust, whichever appears within the gem
confide in this mayhem
whether or not displayed condemn

lastly, lovely leaves line before the rest
swaying slowly but together, a cozy fest
within seconds an unexpected guest,
arrives to thieve potent pollen inside the nest.
590 · May 2018
To Tell You The Truth
mitus May 2018
To tell you the truth, it's you I miss.
To tell you the truth, it's you I want to kiss.
To tell you the truth, I still reminisce.
To tell you the truth, I am lost in my own abyss.

Truth be told,
The future I hold,
My sorrow cold,
Wisdom old,
My life sold.

Beyond my heart,
I fall apart,
Our souls compart,
And a difficult new start.
mitus Feb 2018
why am i still crying over YOU
I dumped YOU
you weren't good for me
i want to stop please
i hate this
i hate you
please
im de spera te
i cant help it
i think about you
so much
too much
I can't keep up.
572 · Dec 2017
Charging Your Phone
mitus Dec 2017
You said you were charging your phone
But I miss you because you are my own.

And I wonder what you were doing for those three hours
I was asleep.
I was sad when I saw you didn’t text me.
So to conclusions I leap.

And those three hours
You could’ve spammed me with “hey babe” or “babyyyy”
But you didn’t.
And I wish you did, maybe.

Those two hours
That I ignored you
You should’ve marveled why I did that, boo.

And next, the one hour
I texted my friend.
She said if I was angry at you, I should text you sour.
It was true.

For ten minutes,
You didn’t respond
Please know your limits.
It was sadness beyond.

For the time you replied,
I ignored you for two minutes.
I sighed because
You said you were charging your phone.
But I miss you because you are my own.
568 · Oct 2018
i wish i meant this
mitus Oct 2018
i'm not going to ruin your chances of happiness
just because
i am
upset
514 · Apr 2018
Worthless
mitus Apr 2018
He has a heart I don't mind breaking.
495 · Jun 2018
Bad Outlook
mitus Jun 2018
I'm happier in the evening,
At night,
And in my sleep,
But without you by my side,
I curl up, and weep.
I love the way your face lights up,
I love the way you get when you try to act like a grown-up,
I love the way you get angry,
And the way you get when you're sad,
I love the way you cry,
And the way you get when you try to act bad.
I love the way you get when you're kissing my lips,
I love the way you get when you accidentally slip.
I love the way we met,
In that crazy grocery store,
I love the way you fret,
Too bad that you're a *****.
427 · Feb 2018
last breath of his
mitus Feb 2018
am i stoic
for not feeling anything when in the presence of death
for not feeling anything when knowing it was his last breath
am i sick
for my heart not enduring pain
for my heart disconnecting with my brain
is it heroic
for my own body not to go through the stages
for my own body to be trapped in its plentiful cages
will it click
that he's actually gone
that i should be drawn
to it?
My grandpa died today. 2/8
mitus Feb 2018
YOU are the reason I CRY
YOU are the reason I want to DIE
YOU are the reason I cannot TRY anymore.

you
           Y
                 O
                        U
YOU

YOU ARE MY WORST FLAW
YOU only ever liked me RAW
YOU scratched my back with your ratchet CLAW
YOU only ever liked me in my BRA, exposed.

Why did I ever fall for YOU?

YOU are one of the many millions of fish.
YOU were one of my favorites meal dish.
YOU were the only one who ever received my wish.

YEAH! YOU!
YOU don't even CARE.
Without YOU, I might not BARE.
I am so lonely, too many to count, a BLANK STARE.
It's like you never even wanted to SHARE either.

GOD! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?
I must never be good enough.
Why are you like this but why am I like this?
mitus Feb 2018
.1. Your eyes glimmer and beam when you talk about something you're passionate in. The rest of the world needs to view that beauty your voice speaks when the potential flows out of your mouth like tiny ballet dancers frolicking over your lips. Those lips touch together every time you say 'M' and now you're trying to see if you can say it without closing your lips. The curiosity of a young toddler trapped inside your body that must be discovered so before that happens, you will stay alive.

2. Your feet spring around from time to time because you're either excited or anxious; or both. The ground has savored every single moment your feet taps its skin, the cracks in the pavements have relished the instant your feet stumble against the stone pelt. Even so, just the movement of your body in contact with its exterior is appreciated.

3. Your hair bounces when you bob your head to music. Those perfect waves and curls, those bangs that hide your delicate face understands your sadness; why you're listening to that song or that rage and anger that persuades you to yell and cry. It's just a moment and you will get through it.

4. Your hands, as they write rhymes and comments and stories and virtues about life. Your radiant but soft complexion reflects the silence you have brought upon yourself. Your voice tells you to pipe up but nothing comes out. Promise yourself that you will not suffer in silence but paradise in flamboyant noise.

5. Your stomach that metabolizes; constantly at work to process the fuel that keeps you alive. The same stomach that plays perfect outside but loosens inside. The one perfect enough as you are, but displays your decisions.

6. Your arms lift you up each and every day.
7. Your waist who reminds you that you are perfect and worth it.
8. Your knees, elbows, and wrists that help you move; leaving you in pain or lively motion; or in relaxed gestures.

9. Your heart; your heart is on fire and you would need not one, but two buckets of water to even try extinguishing it. Burning with eagerness and love, no hate settling within. That heart, that keeps pumping and pumping, never allowing you to weaken and perish.

10. Your body; that does everything it possibly can to keep you alive.
394 · Aug 2018
i'm over him
mitus Aug 2018
what was i expecting
what was i thinking
why would my ex keep me as a contact
why am i an actual idiot
why is that i remember everything about him,
    
       i have our first date ticket stub, still
             i remember the day i met him
                 the day i first started talking to him
                      where i talked to him
                          how i met him,
                            the day we started dating
                      the first time he said i love you
                           when we took a break
                     when we broke up
                his birthday.
388 · May 2018
All I See Are Shapes
mitus May 2018
Your shapes are my colors,
and you don't understand,
Your eyes send me wonders,
Like a robot, I have you scanned.

Your voice booms like thunder,
You have everything pre-planned,
You sing like my mother,
So beautiful and grand.

I love you like no other,
Follow and take my hand,
I swear I'll show you colors,
As your shapes will understand.
361 · May 2018
My Depression
mitus May 2018
My  d e p r e s s i o n  is like everybody else's, but not really.
I want to feel happy, play goofy, be silly!
But I can't, it doesn't work that way.
The way it works- My depression controls me.
Like an employee, I listen to my job,
Cut? No problem.
Drink? **** yeah.
**** myself? I've been thinking about it..
Without my depression, who could I listen to?
The angel who cheers me on, or the Devil that boos?
Speaking of which, I am D
                                        R
                     ­                    U
                                          N
                   ­                         K
on this *****.

My depression is like everybody else's, only sometimes.
Other times it's like, "Uh, uh, uh, you have to share! Or else you die."
Maybe not that dramatic, but the suffocating news of death really pushes you to cry.
My depression makes me D O things,
S
  A
    Y
things!
Things I don't want to say,
But.. My depression always finds a way.
My depression is my friend, not a very good one.
More like a fiend than a friend but I won't know the difference when a pull the trigger off a gun.
I wrote this on a forum..
347 · Aug 2018
High Energy
mitus Aug 2018
Feeling disconnected from reality,
Feeling unaffiliated with religion,
Feeling unattached with your pure skin.

I know that you're out there,
Out there listening to my cries,
Listening to the pounding on my walls,
My unpleasant calls.

I hope you know the way my emotions tangle through my body,
I hope you can feel my revenge through the blood in your mouth,
I know you will forget the way you treated me and move on,
But baby, you're all I can think of even when you're gone.
343 · Feb 2018
no time for me
mitus Feb 2018
you only make time for me when it's too late
This continuous Hell is not good for my health.
325 · Feb 2019
love is blinding
mitus Feb 2019
I know
you're a
bad
guy
but
I can't
get
myself
to
believe
it.
324 · Mar 2018
For However Many
mitus Mar 2018
For however many petals I've picked,
For however many spells I've wicked,
For however many clocks I've ticked,
For however many needles I've pricked,
I still think about you.
I still think about you but not in the same sense.
322 · Jan 2018
To: You.
mitus Jan 2018
Crying, crying,
Better off dying.
Unexpected events,  
Tears supplement.
Migraines form,
Friendships storm.
Too old for games,
Never old for pain.
I'll be a ***** to talk to someone twice younger than me,
I'm sure there is one escape plan I can think of, you see.
Most of you are thirteen years old but yet we experience the same thing.
Chirp, chirp, chirp is what the caged bird wanted to sing.
He's lost his chance to chirp, but so have I.
I just don’t want to say my final goodbye.
It's been six minutes already since he's said, "Wait, just give me a chance to explain myself."
But I just want to scavenge the bathroom shelf.
Little bottles and magic pills,
Is where all the truths have spilled.
My teenage angst has caught up to my sins, my soul, and my heart.
Finally, will it run up to my breath and finish the start?
Tell me it will not.
For I will believe you that my arteries will not clot.
I hate the way when I get too attached,
Then too collapsed.
I hate the way when I get too emotional,
Then too unapproachable.
I hate the way when I get too paranoid,
Then too destroyed.
I hate the way I talk to you,
The way I fiddle my hands and twitch my lips.
The way I remove myself from groups just to be with you.
The way I play with my hair and feel the need to throw up.
I hate the way I want you,
Lustfully, and love-fully.
I hate the way I need you,
From the dangerous plead.
This is all going too fast, please reverse this speed.
I can't go on for much longer, but who would know,
For all that I feel
is within the unknown.
317 · Feb 2018
I Wish I Could
mitus Feb 2018
I wish I could write better poems,
The kind that everybody could enjoy, not necessarily relate to.
I write poems about the explosion of emotions,
The kind where words left and right are skewed.

I wish I could be a trendsetter,
But most days I can't even get up from bed.
I cry into my hole-filled sweater
And continue to view nothing but dread.

I wish I could feel feelings the way people do,
But I find it hard at times.
I wish I was normal and could get through
But all I have are my rhymes.
I wish I could but I can't.
313 · Aug 2018
Person of My Lesser Dreams
mitus Aug 2018
I messed up and I wanna curl up in a ball and ******* sleep forever.

I ****** up, again. It plays over in my head, I'm laying in my bed, thinking about what was said.

I ****** up, again! This will never end, how many roses must I send, how much do I spend, I ****** up, A
                                                                ­ G
                                                                ­   A
                                                                ­     I
                                                               ­       N.

This has already been, pulling on my skin, wondering when, I **** up. Again.
313 · Mar 2018
Cons
mitus Mar 2018
Why am I always so sad
When nothing is wrong?
I don't have a reason to live.
I don't understand
I've been feeling this way for so long,
Please just make it stop,
But instead of expressing my feelings,
I write poetry with skittish slang,
Foul language,
The phone ringing and ringing till it only rang..
Is poetry my disadvantage?
303 · Apr 2018
Massacre of Feelings
mitus Apr 2018
The Massacre of Feelings began not long ago,
Throughout the tall trees, woodland creatures and doe.
Magical skies flickered bright stars for show,
Once picture perfect, favorite photo.

Many have tried, wanting another chance,
Lies and truths spread around and danced.
Every single fib new and enhanced,
Looking to be more advanced.

Trinkets and trophies all present win,
Guilt and grief wanders my skin,
Thinking about what has caused sin,
The story has yet to begin.

Not enough time, too much to tell
Special powers, alluring spell.
Instead of staying caged in dwell,
Finish to start, who's to yell?

Misery provokes sadness and sob,
Which only leads my heart to throb,
Slowly and carefully turning the ****,
Revealing the truth to why we sob.

The Massacre of Feelings returns each year,
Me, myself, I, always living in fear.
What's one or two bottles of wicked *** beer,
Whatever will help me stop the tears.

Cheated a glorious life without hurt,
Should've never believed its worth,
Confidently willing to assert,
One of my many alerts.
We took a break today. 4/13/18
301 · Nov 2018
emotional carving
mitus Nov 2018
i wear hearts on my sleeve,
literally.
i engrave hearts onto my forearm,
blue shards of glass,
sharp scars along the trace of my skin.
300 · Jan 2018
let me
mitus Jan 2018
let me place my finger on the dot
let me bring out the heart that you shot
let me visit the soul that does rot
let me remember the arguments we fought
let me remind you that you speak and feel like a robot
let me let you remember the lessons i taught
mitus Nov 2017
When the quiet girl stands up
She warbles the constant messages her mind signals
Her head is filled with demons, darkness, and sudden shivers
Built with waking up even though she feels much more significant when she lays asleep
Grilled with details about not killing herself because that is selfish
Not killing herself because it is simply but a mere problem and she should build a bridge and get over it
Not killing herself because there are so many wonderful, new opportunities that awaits her.
But when the quiet girl stands up
She is unfulfilled
Unfulfilled and unsatisfied
No, those two words do not mean the same thing, they are synonyms to one another.
She says,
“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to **** herself isn’t selfish.”
She says,
“When she’s  surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when she’s by herself.”
“Do you know why?” She asks.
“Do you know anything about depression, about having the depths of depression, the epiphany of blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness grabbing her soul into a deep, dark pit of despair feels like?”
“Do you know why people feel this way?”
She says,
“Ask her. Ask her how it feels like and you won’t get an answer but a stare. You’ll get a stare because there is no direct solution as to why she has depression. She just does.”
She says,
“Every single time she raises her voice and bellow down to the faceless fiend feeding on her fallible mind, she cannot capture the moment or the focus or the fking reason why there is an anonymous ghoul resting upon her brain.”
She says,
“The brutal brute that lays a nest in her mind spreads his eggs and continues to make a mass production. ‘There cannot be room for any positivity!’ he recited. She waits and waits and waits until she wants to die, until she wants to be gone and get rid of herself and make the world a better place.”
She says,
“The brute does not care who she is or the extraordinary things she has done. The brute does what he wants and until he is done, she will be gone.”
She says,
“She will be gone because she cannot thrive within herself. She is losing sleep, not eating, and most importantly, not talking. That’s why she’s so f
king quiet. So the next time you ask her to talk, remind yourself that there are things that you do not understand and have to learn. Remind yourself that you cannot say ‘Just think positively’ or ‘It’s all in your head’ because that does not work. So the next time you speak to her, respect her.”
294 · Feb 2018
i promise.
mitus Feb 2018
i promise you im trying
i know its not visible and i keep crying
and you always tell me what not to do, then i do it, and there you go, back to sighing
he keeps lying
but i keep prying
inside i am dying
but please promise me that you know im trying
291 · Aug 2018
i did this just for you
mitus Aug 2018
now who am i supposed to say good morning to?
or wake up to a text saying i love you
where am i gonna find someone like you
i dont want anybody stealing you,
you're not even mine anymore
but it still hurts to know somebody else likes you
and i know this is for the best,
our split,
i know someone will treat you better than i could have ever treated you
and im sorry we werent meant to be
and im sorry for how much it pains me
and im sorry if you want to talk to me but ive been crying too much and i cant see
we both know someone better will come along for you
i just want no part of it
i dont want to see pictures of you two
holding hands,
having fun,
hugging,
kissing,
loving each other the way we used to
and im sorry if that's a problem
but i cant stand you being happy without me.
and i still love you.
291 · May 2018
all happening so fast
mitus May 2018
pretty girls snappin' away
straight ******* pretending they're gay

outside, older men catcall
in my room, i silently bawl

funny girls tweeting for fun
300 retweets make them stun

8 year old boys know what moaning is
thinks it's funny, making their girls his

school playground's bully is big
peer pressures nerd in taking a swig

movies in Hollywood are less dramatic than my life
when will the end come to this strife
289 · May 2018
Single Consensus
mitus May 2018
Each day I gain a little more tiredness but today could be the day it stops.
287 · May 2018
Savor
mitus May 2018
You told me to kiss you, and I almost did.
284 · Mar 2018
I'm Okay, Okay?
mitus Mar 2018
For those who worry,
don't.

My nature is poetry,
To hurt myself I could, but won't.

All I do is write and write until I can't anymore,
But once that fuel dies out, the words become an eyesore.

It's hard to put feelings into words,
but poetry often symbolizes miswords.

So I'm sorry if you don't understand,
But nothing bad is planned,
I follow rules but no command.
Lastly, I do not feel stranded on an island.

So for those who worry,
don't.

My nature is poetry,
To hurt myself I could, but won't.
282 · Aug 2018
Cute.
mitus Aug 2018
She's so cute I see in it her lies,
A bundle of joy with wisdom in her eyes,
For every single love, she always ******* tries,
The boy shoots her down just because of her size.

She's so cute, even when she's upset,
Confident or not, she never breaks a sweat.
Her need for food always, we settle on anything but ****,
Everyone else is considered as a threat.

I am not paranoid, just protective,
Over my little girl,
My world.
281 · Aug 2018
Supply Shortage
mitus Aug 2018
Rusty tools and broken boxes,
Silly fools and sly foxes,
The only one who really mocks is
You, and me, and our relationship.
We're somewhat compatible, complex but a fit
The way I want to feel your lips dance with my lips,
The way I want you to feel my heartbeat skip,
And my hands drift
How my heart rips,
When I want
You.
278 · Aug 2018
Absent.
mitus Aug 2018
I sleep,
Mind cluttered with thoughts of you.
Tears rolling gently down my cheeks, furiously away from my eyes.
Knowing that you don't think about me anymore,
The way you used to.
272 · Mar 2018
How
mitus Mar 2018
How
How do you just disappear within moments?
How do you just let go of someone who was once the closest?
How do you just stay alive without feeling broken?
How do you just bare being your best while feeling your lowest?
How can i show my fullest extent of being potent,
at times like this?
268 · Mar 2018
It's Not You, It's Me
mitus Mar 2018
The tears in my eyes have not yet to fall
Because I remember when I do cry, I don't cry but bawl.
Then I structure and build a great wall
And grow and grow in reverse, anything but big, oh so small.

The hair in my face still glistens as it snows
My blinking eyes flicker at the reminder that it's me you chose.
The cheeks on my face as red as a rose,
But thoughts in my mind, as they quickly slow.

Makes me wonder, what are our plans?
Will you leave as the tears on my face dance?
Would you ever give me a second or third or fourth chance?
Will there ever be another incident where we touch hands?

Am I overthinking already?
I'm so sorry, I'll try and go steady.
My thoughts can be so destructive and deadly.
But I can promise you that someday I'll be ready.
I promise it's me.
264 · Aug 2018
Frustation
mitus Aug 2018
I have always wanted to be like you,
Yet I'm never enough,
It never fails to frustrate me,
I wish it's myself I love.

Knowing I can do better,
Be respected,
Form a trendsetter,
Feel connected,
Only can I imagine.
Somehow think that I'm an attraction.

I have always wanted to speak like you,
Yet my voice tortures,
It never fails to frustrate me,
Sounds like chanting from warriors.

Many have fallen asleep to yours,
Wish I knew how to do that,
It's not that you're a bore,
Just a soothing, calm chitchat.

I have always wanted to be you,
Yet I'm me,
Without your inspiration,
I wonder where I'd be.
261 · Feb 2018
Mind
mitus Feb 2018
why couldn't you have just stayed my crush
..
260 · Mar 2018
Burden
mitus Mar 2018
I just cried.. again..
Seems like it never ends.
I thought I was okay,
But my mind could debate.

Every moment
I feel so broken,
My devotion,
Misfortune emotion.

Every moment
My feelings closest,
Roaming,
Zoning..
Uncondoning.

I'll always stay wishing,
I'll think about all the chances I'm missing,
The factors I'm risking.
The stories I'm twisting,
And the life I'm not living.
255 · Mar 2018
sick
mitus Mar 2018
i am SICK of myself for trusting you over and over
and over
and over
and over
and OVER AGAIN
i am SICK of all the lies i believed
i am SICK of the time wasted on you
i am SICK of wanting you
i am SICK of thinking and thinking and thinking
of what i could've done better
of what i messed up on
of what i did wrong
so can you PLEASE tell me
because i am just so sick of this
I am so tired.
245 · Aug 2018
Disappointing
mitus Aug 2018
Your mom calls you an accident,
I call you regret.
You were supposed to be a divine sacrament,
But all you caused me is severe debt.
I wish you weren't around,
But I'm not allowed to say that to your face.
You are so **** hell bound.
What a waste of space.
You're the only daughter,
I wished to ever have,
You only prove that other girls are hotter,
Than in my day and age, they were only ave.
To me you have no value,
But believe what you want,
I'd leave your mom and you in an instant,
But that'd leave decades of haunt.
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