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Remus Jun 2014
When you laugh
at me.
It's like you're
telling me
that I'm a
walking joke.

But somehow
I'm okay
with that
Remus Jun 2014
We're like clouds
Always close but
normally too far away.

We're like animals
in different categories.
You're a feline while
I'm a fish.

You say it's written all over me.
From the way I speak
to the way I dress.
I'm innocent and you find it
pathetic like you find a fish.
Remus May 2014
You are a razor.
Your words
cut me so
deep.

You are an
addiction
You keep me
on my
feet.

You are a
monster that
I can't help
but love.
Remus May 2014
I have a friend who is a hypocrite.
She says to not call yourself ugly
for it's not the truth
but she calls herself ugly all the time
when she thinks I'm not listening.

She tries to hit me when I say I do not look nice,
but if I ever tried that she would hurt me.

She is a hypocrite since she's doing things
that she thinks is good for me.
But she does the opposite to herself because she thinks
it's the truth.
  May 2014 Remus
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i have this one friend
that wishes she was beautiful,
that wishes she was skinny,
that wishes she was funny.
she always wants to be her or her or her
and i just want to shake her shoulders and scream
that i'd much rather her be herself.
because it's the best her their is.
- a.c
5/7/14
Remus May 2014
My mother warned me about love when I was younger.
She told me that true love comes when you're older.
I didn't believe her because I thought that I was in love.
I thought that he was the one and that he would always
love me.

Now here we are three years later and I don't know my
emotions.
One moment he is this beautiful human being
And the next moment he's tearing me apart with his words.
He doesn't love me and I don't think I love him.
It's a battle between us, trying to be friends and then pushing
the other one away out of fear of falling again.

He doesn't know about the love letters that I write in my mind.
He'll never know about the countless texts I nearly sent him.
And I sure as hell know that he will never like me again
so why do I keep liking him?
Remus May 2014
Look at me
I SAID LOOK AT ME.
I want you to remember
every detail to my quite round face.
I want you to see
the glimmer in my eyes
as I tell you about a song I'm writing.
I want you to study
how your shirt looks on me,
and how tiny it makes me.
I want you to stay,
but if you're going to leave then
remember me.
I need you to remember me even if it kills
you and me.
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