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Jaclyn Jackomis Sep 2015
C.F
I love you.
I hate you.
I love your smile.
I hate what you did to me.
Jaclyn Jackomis Sep 2015
I wish everything was dfferent. That you had loved me and still did. That I didn't want to **** myself every second of the day. That my mother didn't say the wounding things she says. That my father had a backbone to tell her to stop. That you and I could talk. But everything in my life seems so...agonizingly hard.
Jaclyn Jackomis Sep 2015
please come back, i miss your face

or 6 feet under i will grace
sad
Jaclyn Jackomis Sep 2015
not talking to him is so hard
i feel myself falling, falling apart
Please come back
Jaclyn Jackomis Sep 2015
The moment your hand left mine,

was the moment i knew i’d never be fine.



“I wish i’d never met you,”

I’m not even sure if that statement is true.



You’re the gaping hole in my heart,

slowly, but surely ripping me apart.



If you ever ask me if i’m okay,

Lies are all I’d be able to say.



Some nights i cry and scream your name,

I doubt you ever do the same.



My heart is guarded by a brick wall,

But when I’m with you the bricks begin to fall.





I miss you……
This is a personal poem about someone i loved more than life itself who i was unfaithful to. I hate myself for hurting him and now im forced to deal with the agonizing sadness...
Antoinette G Sep 2015
you told me you were leaving me
when all i wanted you to do was stay
i thought my world had ended that day
you tore my soul and heart away
leaving me feeling numb and gray
i remember that there was nothing i could say
to keep you from going on your way
so here i lay
after i had stared at your back as u went away
and my tears fall silently every day
as i remember the look you use to send my way
how i use to feel so gay
now my world looks so dim and gray
but i must pretend to be ok
because i have to see you everyday

i see you in the hall of our school
surrounded by girls who thought i was a fool,
for letting you get go
and i'm getting tired of all the ridicule
to me my life now seems so surreal
and i just want you to know how i feel
so now i say good-bye samuel


sincerly,

*Emilea
The suspense is tearing my stomach apart and
My acid unsettling in me
I don’t know what I will do if he goes
I think I would cry
And die
This anxiety is pounding and hunting me down
I can’t seem to escape and how much faster I can’t run is starting to scare me
I can’t breathe!!!!
I feel a weakness in my body and it’s safe to say that I think I’m going to collapse!!! I think
I fear I hear
Love me

But you leave
Potentially
What do you mean? Are you staying with me?
Stay stay
I will make it worth your while
I promise
But don’t drag me by my hair and don’t scrape my skin anymore
I’m porcelain and very delicate
Douglass Aug 2015
When a spider is scared,
Too scared to run,
To bite,
It draws together.

Knees press inward,
Meeting at a point,
They cover their vulnerability
In an impenetrable wall
Of legs and cuticle.

Tonight, when I close my eyes-
When all I want is the silent,
Empty screen of sleep-
I see the octopedal child
Curled,
Frightened.

I think; "this is me."
I have eight pet spiders and I know them well. So well I'm beginning to use their behaviors as representations of my own feelings in my head.
Douglass Aug 2015
I took my glasses off, because crying always clouds them

And I'd rather see you blurry and raw
than blurry with glass between us.

I thought I would look much
cooler
more collected
more mature
more together

If I stood, arms crossed, glasses
planted firmly
Don't cry
Don't cry

But I still ran after
your car, when you turned
out of my sight

And made you stop for one last
Kiss
Hug
Cry

When you were behind the wheel
In my sights for the last time
as someone I was allowed
to touch
to feel
to be

I turned my back,
lit my cigarette,
Like in the movies;
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

And I started walking
to the sound of your car
walking the other way.
When you finally have to stop being intimate with your ex, and it feels like you're breaking up all over again. I experienced this tonight, for the second time in my life. I'm going to be okay.
Douglass Aug 2015
Have you ever witnessed
such flawlessly executed
blissful ignorance?

Who are you, and why
have I brought you here?

13 days--just shy of two weeks;
and here you are.
The paint hasn't dried
the pain
still damp to the touch

Pressing eager fingers
still results in
pretty residue, that
leaves fingerprints on every subsequent touch

And, dry,

Pressing eager fingers
still results in
***** flakes, that
reject fingerprints altogether

So why
have I brought you here?
To watch paint dry?
Leave while it's wet,
save yourself the water
it takes to wash your hands

Save yourself the time
it takes to wash your soul
from the presence of

such flawlessly executed
blissful ignorance.
Words about break-ups and that weird feeling when you've already found someone new so soon. Is this a rebound? Is this just where you should have been all along? God, who knows
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