I envy the rain,
for it can touch your pretty face,
trace your lips,
and rest upon your skin
ever so gently,
while I was never allowed
to touch you
as intimately as it does.

You never cared,
never tried,
you left me drowning
every time I cried.
Maybe, my tears
were all you could get,
the only way for you
to make me wet.

I wanted you to take me out on a date,
but you said you're too busy,
romanticizing your sadness.
I guess you need that sorrow
to write your music,
just like I needed my heart broken
by you
to write my poetry.

You say you've moved on,
but she has my face,
my hair,
and my snorty laughter.

When I first saw her,
just for a moment,
I thought that she was my long lost twin
and that you found her
just to bring her back to me.

I was only fourteen,
and you were the first boy
to ever compliment me.
Then I blinked,
and suddenly, I was twenty-four,
and you were the last man
to break my heart.

I should have
punched you
the first time I saw you.
A broken hand
would have been better
than a broken heart.

I'm made of cobwebs, shaded grays,
echos faded by the murky streetlight;
Festive blobs signal the holidays -
and ricochet off me into the night.
.
A thick, dull fog 'tween me and them,
a brick wall no one can see;
seamless weights in my hem,
and dust inside what used to be me.
.
And then there's you, a year away,
wasted tears, and prayers null;
an end thought for each void day,
a whisper-scratch in my old hull.
.
The words avoid me, skittish things,
like birds that flutter fragile wings;
the right ones are only fledglings,
too young for new beginnings.
.
And I wish that I could care for cold,
worn out flat 'tween mortar and pestle,
a forlorn growth ring in a tree of old,
trapped inside a rotting vessel.
.
.

Once upon a time there was a little girl
a girl who was smiling and laughing
being a happy little girl
but then she lost the most important woman in her life
she lost a piece of her heart
she wasn't smiling anymore nor laughing
she started being by herself


she grew up
lonely and sad
carving her skin
starving herself
crying at night
missing her mother

Then she met him
he said he could heal her but instead he ripped her heart out of her chest
leaving her alone to die

she had lost everything
and to this day
she sits by her window
and wishes that she could jump and feel how the wind hugs her and holds her tight for a second
and then she could be in peace
and no one remembering her or missing her

thats the story of a girl who lost everything

Here's a red carnation,
A piece of my once shattered heart,
One red for a yellow,
If only you could see how much you still mean to me,
Here's a yellow carnation,
I’ll be in denial,
Holding onto the little sanity I have left,
I still see you everyday,
Hoping for the time we’ll meet,
When our souls would form the base of Yin and Yang,
You look so happy with him,
While I still hold on to the Yellow Carnation,
One heart for a piece,
Let's go gambling,
I’d give all I have, just for little from you,
I’ll be here for a little while
Hoping and wishing upon every star,
Pretending that I didn't receive the Yellow Carnation,
Printing  every single details of you in my head,
While giving a different script,
Imagining a different world,
Where you like me like I do,
Here's a purple carnation,
And a red,
And a yellow
With colors that blend,
In words unsaid

Perfect on a first glance
On the inside, I built a fence
A fortress and summoned soldiers
While you threw your pain
On my shoulders.

Prepared for the war,
You didn't think I'd go this far;
I now live to outshine
The day you killed me inside.