If I Could Write Anger into Poetry

If I could write anger into poetry I'd write about how five months with someone has led me to almost 6 months of insanity

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he said he was depressed his sophomore year but I knew "was" wasn't the right tense of the word and I didn't say anything more

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how ******* him didn't change the way he treated me (not that I ever imagined we'd be here)

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about all the times he swore he wasn't talking to her

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I begged him to stay

If I would write anger into poetry I would write about my headache from screaming so loud the night I found out he was talking to her

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about the time they walked by me in the hallway and all of a sudden it all became too real; I was nothing.

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about the pit in my stomach and the tears in my eyes as I watched them wear matching colors at prom

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about watching the girl who called me " the ****** ex" take a snipe of me and send it to him as if I am blind to other teenage girls

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I swear I can still smell his cologne in the passenger seat of my car

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he broke up with me when all I wanted was him and he didn't break up with her when she cheated on him and how that makes me feel like every atom of my being is nothing

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I dreamt of literally trying to strangle an apology out of him and he kept saying "no, no, no"
If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how that doesn't compare to the dreams where he kisses my neck and tells me he still loves me

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about suddenly waking up at 5:00 am because my blood is boiling about the time almost a year ago we were waiting in line for popcorn and he said that his parents wouldn't care if he died and I didn't say anything more

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how I watched him laugh with his friends in school about how he ripped me apart vein by vein and months later he tries to tell me he is sorry

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how socially embarrassing it is to confide in the one person who betrayed you

If I could write anger into poetry I would write about how he's gotten worse and there's nothing I can say, nothing I can do. I am meaningless now.

If I could write anger into poetry, I would.

In today's world loyalty, acceptance, inner love and romance is so hard to find.

people are too busy feeding there temptations like a savage, drooling constantly over the bait, which walks on every street of every corner.
short, tall, fat, thin, black ,white, man, woman, gay, straight, bi, trans-

who made these labels?

why should each person have a label for the way they look or what they are?

I am sure our blood is all the same......

“Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.”

“People are too complicated to have simple labels.”

people are constantly looking at other people to pick out there flaws. loving that thin legged, "perfect faced" women. but not loving themselves.

romance died a long time ago when we stopped using our imaginations and became lazy minded. the thought of a candle lit dinner under a thousand stars was to much work..... well that's after you've got their love.

Eyes like ravens of the sun
Lips that beat my heart
Body finer then all of the diamonds
Hair that tempted Lucifer from heaven to touch

A Laugh that the birds could not compete
Even her cute little one dimple makes you want to
wage a war in her name
I have never believed in love but if anyone could make me believe,
It would be her


But what drives you most crazy about this woman is her soul
Deep within the bones melted inside of the city of her
Is just so perfect like when you find a 100 dollar
Bill unexpectedly and you just

Can't

Stop

Smiling

Someone asked me the other day
"Do you like her?"
I thought for a second and smiled,
"Yes, yes I do."

"God, you're such a lesbian!"
I smiled and replied with,
"I know."
And kept on walking.

Later in the day
People were staring at me
And
Calling me names.

I held my head up
High
And smiled.

Nobody will stand in my way.