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 Nov 2015 Stephanie Escaño
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The first time you hear your ex
is with someone new,
it will feel like a ton of bricks
resting on your lungs.
You'll find yourself deserting
the flowers they planted there,
reminding yourself of the things
that used to break you both apart.

You promised to love me
with everything in you,
but ******* does it scare
me to ask the question:
"can anyone really love me
despite my mental disorders?"
Because God, loving a paranoid,
anxious, Obsessive Compulsive,
depressed ******* tore you down.
And God, did it destroy me
to watch you fall apart with me.

I've been stuck on the idea
that all I need to hear from you
is that you don't miss me anymore.
I gave you my everything
every piece of my soul
every corner of my shallow heart
every little scar on my skin
everything belongs to you.

I sacrificed too much
or too little
I never understood
why it wasn't enough for you.

You promised
to give me everything in return
you promised
to never hurt me
you promised forever
but every promise you gave me
is broken.

Just like my heart.
I'm not saying that it's not gonna hurt
Because it does
It will
It will continue to hurt every single day
He will do things that will hurt
He will say things that will hurt
He will

But it's okay
It's a risk I am willing to take
It's a risk I am willing to embrace
I'd lay it all down
Give my best shot
Because I'm in love
Because I love
And knowing that it might work would have to be enough
but then you let me walk away
maybe you wanted to say stop
maybe you wanted to say dont

but then does that even matter?
of course it doesnt
because then,
then you let me walk away
And so he went,
         he ran after her,
                  "Don't leave me," he said

Little did he know,
                                              she already did.
I’ve written numerous
Poems for you
Each and every one
Delicately written

Pictures painted
With words bleeding
From my pen until
The paper is soaked

Yet you cast aside
The pain it is
To arrange
Those words for you

I'm pondering
If pouring
My heart out
Is worth it anymore

Well this poem
Will be torn up
Because you don’t
Deserve it

I wonder
If you ever did
I'm sad and low and alone really
He doesn't know the secrets I keep within me
I don't show it, always hides it
But I just want to end this misery

How many times do I have to be beaten to the ground?
How many times do I have to cry my eyes out?
How many times do I have to?
Who the hell said I had to???

Why do people become blinded?
Is it because sometimes love's one sided?
Why do I always seem to fail?
Always heading for the wrong trail

But somehow I just can't go and give in
I know I can walk away, but I'll just want you again
So I guess I'll just stay despite everything
And pray that one day you'll really be the one to give me that ring
your happiness should NEVER be based solely on one person.
your home shouldn't ever be nestled inside of someone's chest
or tucked into the creases of their arms.
your happiness shouldn't be measured by the amount of times they say i love you
or by how many times their fingers intertwine with yours
because if you want to get brutally honest here,
happiness that's based on a person will forever and always lead to disappointment.
because the second that they even as much as threaten to step out of the door,
you're back to the way you were
or even worse.
you're left with a shadow of your former self.
you can't make a person your home no matter how sturdy you think the foundation is because their arms will always crumble around you and leave you cold.
not because they meant to,
but because they weren't built to.
they could have had every intention of holdin' you up steady,
but no matter how hard they try,
their arms will never compare because
they weren't made to be your brick walls.
you have got to understand that.
you can't put that much weight on one person.
one human being.
one soul.
they can love you.
they surely can love you.
they can love you with all of their heart.
and as you to them,
but your home should not be composed of
veins that do not belong to you,
and arms that aren't attached to your own body.
your happiness shouldn't be solely based on the way
that your body seems to perfectly coincide with theirs.
they can surely be a factor,
a part of your happiness.
but babe,
you're in some trouble if they're your whole.
this is really raw and unedited, but i felt like it needed to be said.
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