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once there was a girl
who thought an awful lot
once there was a way
to be the things you're not
twice there was a time
the night stood still
the clock , it didnt chime
and all the while, she chilled
you like to think you're different
and peculiar in ways
that make you seem sufficient
and clever on some days
but darling you are normal
you dont have a broken heart
you just like to be informal
and wait for life to start
ive decided you are common
and rather up yourself
so dont feel the need to talk to me
i'll see you down in hell
The school year draws to a close
And I find myself sad that it's over
Not because this was a good year
But because being around friends kept me sane

*I wonder what will happen, then...
I don't have a lot to say to you these days,
Not because I don't want to but
because I would rather hold onto my
sanity.
But hey,
Thanks for trying anyway.
 Jun 2013 Natalia Zigante
Emma S
Even though it's summer
It will always be cold as the winter
As long as I'm not with you

I don't have you anymore
It's been over a year
it brings me to tears
I know you don't want me to be sad
When I think about you
You want me to smile

But I have done that for a while
I just want to hear your voice
Just one more time
I want to hear you say hello
I want to hear you say goodbye

I want to give you a hug
A light hug
It will be light because you are
Fragile
I want to tell you
I love you
And I want to tell you to be
Happy
Strong
Beautiful

Just like you always have been
I know you became an angel
The most wonderful of all angels
My angel
My beautiful angel I just want to say
Goodbye

Goodbye my angel
Sleep tight and I will always fight
Make you proud
One day I will hear you say
Hello again
It will just take some time
The boy I adore
just told me he's seeing someone else.

I don't know how to turn that in to poetry.
There will come a time
when you are sick of trying
to understand my wrists
and my mind
and how I am more than one person
when I do this.
I know you will become sick
of saving me
and that you will regret knowing my mind.
You will not miss
my selfishness
or inconsideration when I do this
and you will not miss the 2am phone calls
that come with trying to love me.
You will hurt
when I push you away
and flinch at your touch
and you will hurt
when I isolate myself
and hate myself.
You will leave when I try to love you
and you will leave
when I lose it.
You will leave
and you will not come back--

*I am not worth the fight.
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