Miranda

Miranda Aug 2013

I think I'm getting over you.
I think I'm getting there.
I don't want you back as my boyfriend anymore, anyway.
I still miss you though.
It's not a subtle feeling.
It's like walking face first into a brick wall.
It's like in school.
There's those super quiet kids.
They always sit in the front.
They're simply there to do their work and leave,
as unnoticed as possible.
Missing you isn't like that at all.
Missing you is more like those kids in the back.
The popular ones.
The class clowns.
The ones who make sure everyone can hear them.
That's exactly how this is.
The feeling of missing you makes its presence known.
The only difference between it and the class clown
Is that the class clown makes the whole class laugh.
Missing you just brings me down.

Miranda Aug 2013

Me

I got so
consumed with you
obsessed with you
in love with you
that I somehow lost myself.
I gave up everything;
drawing
soccer
music
friends.
The minute you left
I was sad, confused.
But now I'm happy.
I feel *free

Miranda Aug 2013

Goodbye

Was it that I wasn't good enough?
Did I say something wrong?
Maybe I pushed you too far.
Could it be that I just wasn't what you needed?
Did you meet someone else?
Did another person catch your eye,
Steal you away, like I had done before?
Maybe she promised to give you things,
Things I could never give you.
She was probably a hell of a lot more stable,
Someone whose emotions weren't a roller coaster.
It might have been the distance,
The fact that we couldn't physically be together.
It could be the timing, me being in high school.
Did you simply lose feelings?
Maybe you thought you deserved more.
Could it be you were trying to save yourself from heartbreak?
I could've done a thousand things to make you want to leave.
But maybe it has less to do with me and more to do with you.

Which one is it?

Miranda Jul 2013

A poem to my love

You are my light
In the darkest of times.
You may not always say it
But if I read between the lines
I can tell you love me.
Always have, always will.
When I am sick,
You are my healing pill.

You are my addiction.
The one I can't go without.
You always reassure me
If ever I have doubts.
You come to me with your problems.
I always listen to them.
When another guy looks at me,
Your stare burns right through him.

All these poems that I have written
Always somehow come to you.
If I hadn't met you,
Who would I write them to?
You are my love,
My baby, my heart.
I hope this cruel world
Will never tear us apart.

Miranda Jul 2013

Untitled

after all of the
I love yous
the I hate you
was a stab right in the back.
it was something
I would've had
to have been psychic
to know it was coming.

Miranda Jul 2013

Heartless

There's this thing
where my heart should be.
It's cold as ice,
hard as stone,
and broken into millions of pieces,
as small as sand.

It's supposed to be
loving, compassionate,
and kind.
But instead it's
hateful, deceitful,
and selfish.

It should be vibrant,
filled with color,
from red to green,
from blue to orange.
Instead it's as black
as the darkest of nights.

Miranda Jul 2013

I promised.

I swore
I'd stop calling you
that stupid nickname
you always hated.
But I can't.

I promised
I wouldn't
force you to stay
with me.
But I tried anyway.

I told you I'd
be okay
all
by
myself.
But I'm not.