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There's always going to be people
Who you meet
Who you love
And who leave you.

But then, there's those people
Who you meet
And their ok.
But then, something just...
Clicks.
And you find yourself wondering if
Somehow your soul strings are intertwined
Because there's just not enough ways
To love them.
I love those people. <3
Now I know
Why they call it a crush.

When you find out
They love someone else

It crushes you.
Just realized this.
And now
Even now
After working so hard
Not to love you
I find myself
With butterflies
Every time
You touch me.
Putting his arm around me, hugging me, touching my cheek with hiis thumb. Why does he have to keep playing with me?
You don't understand
The way I think

When I'm with you
I seem to shrink

I don't think you get
The way I feel

Your hate eats me up
Like some kind of meal

And when we hang out
I'm so afraid

That your new victim
Will be my name

"You're stupid," you said
Straight to my heart

So when I see you
I fall apart

So just be gentle
With my broke heart

Not that it matters
You make it fall apart.
To someone I know: this is me being honest. Yes, I'm angry at you. Yes, you make me wonder why I stay around you. Then I remember - it's because everyone around you thinks I'm a good influence on you. But I'm starting to think that you're doing me more harm than good. So if you want me to stay, you better stop treating me so bad.
-love, the person you bully
I wish I could take back
The words I said.
On the surface
I
Put on a smile
Laugh
Pretend to have fun

On the inside
I
Bite my lip
Cry
Wish there were something I could do
To change how I feel
In the words of someone I love, "sometimes I think I laugh so hard because I really just want to cry." I couldn't have said it better.
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
I always break
When I fall

Mirror, mirror
Let me see
What this sick world
Sees in me

Mirror, mirror
Show me, dear
What the gossip
Is to hear

Mirror, mirror
Please, I beg
Save me some of
What you've read

Mirror, mirror
I'm so tied to
And I'm tired of
Being lied to

So

Mirror, mirror
I will try
To see goodness
Before I die

Mirror, mirror
On the door
You don't own me
Anymore
Something I need to say every now and then.
I've come
To realize that if
She
Is in the room
No one will ever see
see

Me.
I am a strong
Believer
In
Memories
Magic
Mystery
Mercy
Monsters
Marvels
­Miracles
Madmen
Malice
Marriage
Majesty
Masterpieces
Matchmaking
­And
Mayhem.
^-^
I read through our old
Text messages to remind
Myself
Of the good times
The times when
We talked
And laughed
And called each other affectionate names
The times we still woke up to each other's
Faces on the screens
Of our phones.
Here's to back then.
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