Tonight I vow to forget your name
And drown your memory
In whiskey.
Tonight I vow to forget the way
Your lips tasted with
A pack of cigarettes.
Tonight I vow to forget your hands
And numb my own
With the cold.
Tonight I vow to forget you
For real this time
Like you forgot me.

June:
Darling guess who
-The president?
Close but no someone you love more
-James Bond ?
It does start with a J so closer
- I know who it is
-I love you
I love you too
July:
-Please respond
-Please answer me
-Hello?
-You there?
I'm busy
-Ok
August:
-This isn't working out
I agree
-Good
I never want to see you again. I don't care about what you do or what happens. I don't want to be part of your life. Just go away.

The best summer of my life and he doesn't know.
My pride took over and I couldn't let my emotions show.
I locked my love in a room punishing her for letting me get hurt.
Now I live with a broken heart
Doing whatever it takes to hide the pain

You never see
You never care
History always repeats
We play the same game
We've been playing it since 15
But really its ok
I'm immune to the pain
I'm done
This is story is redundant
I write poetry to express it
But you never read the words
Now I'm playing songs on repeat
To stop the tears from falling

Abandoned
Forsaken
Wishing she had chosen relinquishment of my life in the womb
An abomination to society
An accident of my mothers making
Inadequate in all areas of life
Abnormal
An embarrassment to my family
Acknowledged for my abstract ideas
But no acceptances for who I am
Everyone wants to change me
Animosity is a feeling that I feel upon entering a room
Why didn't she have an abortion
Instead choosing to vanquish my belief in myself.
Destroying my chances of a future
Worthless to her
Useless just another tool used for manipulation
Hypercritical words fall upon my ears
An idea of who I should be, but its not who I am
Preaching words out the bible but she doesn't follow it herself.

A miscommunication of the words that I'm preaching
Little boys and little girls finding comfort in words with a deeper meaning
Extra extra extra read all about
My friends claim I'm not the same girl who they once knew
And I must admit its the truth
Every since I decided to become bigger then my own idol
Its been a downward spiral
Words thrown at at me left and right
People put me down with words rooted in hate
All because ive turned into a seeker of the truth
And because i refuse to downgrade myself to be societies fool
I sink to my knees for no one but my own God
And im stronger then the swords used to attack me.
if you can't handle the truth feel free to leave
I'm Just another girl trying not to conform
Trying to make it without losing my sense of self
No one asked for this life
but everyone seems to play the governments fool
to bad for you
I'm prosecuted for my beliefs
I have people who prefer to spit in my face
it's not my fault you can't handle the truth
Don't get me wrong
I'm not saying I'm better then you
I'm just  saying
I know things you will never know
because I'm no fool
I fight
I cry
call on God when things aren't right
I listen
I see
I know what's really going on
a world divided is a world that's conquered
I'm only trying to give society a wake up call

Open books
Closed wounds
Words in which I can hide
Shakespeare, and Robert Frost
Some of the best works
In which I found meaning to life

Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Whispered I love yous
Such a stupid cliché
High school love
Is there really such a thing
He loves me, he loves me not???
Redundancy is what I hear
Such a stupid game that our hearts play
A victim of the lovers game
Images of a wedding day
White dress and roses
Another stupid cliché
A honeymoon most likely in the city of romance where there will be wine and gental kisses
The stupidity of the notion is astonishing
Two souls claiming love
The brunnete and the blonde
The perfect couple
Cliché, cliché, cliché
A repeating cliché
Its funny how its playing out
Unoriginal copies of past lovers
Im his cliché
And he is mine
Recreating memories of what society finds acceptable
None the less vows probably used a thousand times
I take him as mine in better and worse, sickness and health, richer and poorer till death do us part
Just another cliché
It's nothing more then a elaborate facades to prove the love of two hearts
Humor me with something more then a cliché