Those times I've spent
Ends up being wasted
Those promises that were bent
11:11 wishes to be trusted

11:11 him
Where's the 11:11 her?
I'm an idiot. Fine.
I know I'm not that girl

Coffees to avoid sleep
Alarms not to miss
Words that were said today
"Thanks for the effort" you say

Maybe it's time to move on
It maybe out of blue
But all I can say to you
I'm done wasting my 11:11 wishes on you
~a.v.

When I saw you
I gave you my heart
And when the day came
That you dropped my gift
It burst and shattered
Into thousands of shards
I picked them up
One by one
And as I finished
You bent down
Scooped up the biggest piece
And slipped it into your pocket

I hate how you did me.
I'm now more content with being broken
but what you did to me is pretty ****** up.
You made me believe I was special and just when
I had finally gotten built up..
You found it your guilty pleasure to break me down.
I'm okay.
I keep telling myself I'm okay.
I'm okay.

I'm not okay.
And you know what *****?
Now I am going to be how you were.
I'm going to be closed off from being broken and
I'm not going to let anyone love me.
I'm going to fuss and fight against the love I want to feel.
I'm not going to treat myself right and you're the one who did the damage.
How is that right?

She sat in the old cafe
she used to spend hours with someone
who left her years ago
she kept glancing at the window
with pen in her mouth and papers
thoughtfully looked for something poetic
to describe her disappointments

She had a cup of tea
and a slice of apple cake
because someone told her wisely
not to have too much caffeine
and she laughed at herself halfheartedly
in such a melancholy nostalgia

she traveled to the past
and she smiled, showing a grim
remembering the way they carved forever
within their jokes and their laughs
or even how she whirled within his heart
and she eventually thought it was enough
to dive down more into a nostalgia

it was raining and I played nocturne
there was the time when I knew you were my tune
to every single melody I composed
each of them kept blooming like a rose

with you, I was brought to a solemn admiration
and an overflowing sentimental emotion
with you, I thought I found guidance
and an utter chance to change

I thought we'd prepossess a rhapsody
and whirled being nocturne
I guess I might execute errancy
love, you said you weren't certain

today, as the love keeps beguiling me
with selfishness towards yourself
I can't cease to adore
and begin having no help

today, the agony sets its own tune
and I guess I may call it nocturne.

My heart has never
Been broken by a lover
Never have I been
Left wanting by someone
Who knew my absolute
Darkest or most intimate
Flaws
Moans
Secrets
Edges
I have never tasted
The bitter rejection or
Mind numbing heart
Break that seems
To be the focus of
Many a poem that
Was written during
A fit of
Loneliness in the dead
Of a long, long night
My heart breaks in
The most selfish of
Ways for those who
Have left me when
I begged them
Desperately to
Stay not for one more
Night of reckless
Love-making but
To live out the
Rest of the life that
They were offered but refused
So passionately
To take