Miranda

Miranda Oct 2013

You came back,
Replied to that message.
The one I sent you 2 months ago.
The one that said
God. I miss you.
You answered,
I miss you too.
I asked if you really did.
You told me
I don't know. Maybe.
That was all I needed to walk away.

Miranda Sep 2013

How do you ice a heart?

These bruises covering my body are nothing
compared to the ones all over my heart.

They're all because of you.

Miranda Sep 2013

We are fighters.

We get thrown down.
Beaten, bruised, and abused.
We get pushed around.
Told that we're wrong.
That everything we do is completely wrong.
Even when we're right,
We're still dead wrong.
We're shaped by pressure.
Pressure from society to fit in.
Pressure from teachers to succeed.
Pressure from parents to be perfect.
But we are strong.
We are perfect in our flaws.
We don't have to listen.
You don't want to wear skinny jeans?
Then don't.
You want to save yourself for marriage?
I'm ******* proud of you.
You don't make straight A's?
That's completely okay.
You don't have to be what everyone else wants.
You are a fighter.
We are fighters.
We will be okay.
Everything will be okay.

Miranda Sep 2013

Him

I could listen for hours as he,
laying on his back in the dark,
explained every tattoo that covered his
smooth
perfect
skin.
I trace my fingers over the one he's currently talking about
lightly
gently
like even the slightest bit of pressure would hurt him
like his tattoos were still only a day old.
he talks about them quietly
slowly
like he's trying to remember the story behind them
and it's in that moment
under his dark blue sheets
and the pitch black sky
that I fall in love with him

Miranda Sep 2013

please (5w)

I miss you.
Come back.

Miranda Sep 2013

broken hearts and broken promises

don't make promises when you're tired.
or when you're sad.
or extremely happy.

don't get caught up in the heat of the moment.
you may say something you'll regret.
or do something.

that was the problem with us.
we stayed up until the wee hours.
and that was when we made our promises.

it was then that you promised you'd love me forever.
that you wouldn't leave me.
that we'd make it work.

but that didnt last, did it.?
you left quicker than anyone else ever had.
you don't love me.

*did you ever love me?

Miranda Aug 2013

Scared

I used to be scared.
My biggest fear was losing you.
I had nightmares about it.
I'd wake up in the middle of the night,
Crying, gasping for air that my lungs couldn't get fast enough.
I always thought that I had the worst fear imaginable.
What could possibly be worse than losing the one you love?
But then I lost you.
You walked out of my life the exact same way you came in.
It was only then that I realized there are worse fears.
I'm no longer scared of losing you;
I already have.
Now I'm scared of something else.
I'm scared of the future.
I'm scared of my future.
I'm scared that maybe you were the best thing I'm ever going to have.
I'm scared that maybe there's nothing better out there.
I'm scared that I have already had the best,
That it's only downhill from here.
I'm scared that maybe I should've tried harder.
Maybe this was my one chance for something wonderful.
Now with all these fears swimming in my head,
I wish for my one simple fear again,
Because nothing is worse than this.