You want a cocktail? I'll brew you a classic. Crushed seeds of indignation- fermented. Fresh fruits of strife, discord and distrust- juices squeezed. A sprinkle of tasty gossip. Don't forget the right amount of hate. All mixed in the chalice of anger. Serve with toppings of harsh words, On a tray of insensitive action. But if you so desire the revenge special, That is best serv'd cold.
As humans we often have troubles, but most are a result of our actions.
It has been awhile Since the last clash I used to be just a child And now that I can stop them I choose to let the brash battles, Like the ones at the bulge, push on
I'm not going to babysit adults She stands and yells, he sits and antagonizes It's aggravating and agonizing They like to drop bombs It's getting agitating to see such polar opposites Fight Especially over small things Like the computer chair
I think the best way to describe how I feel towards you right now is to buy a ******* useless vase, instead of adding it to the rest of your collection of useless stuff down in the basement, use it as a decoration, give it life and purpose and make a pretty flower grow in it, every now and then water it, clean the mess it makes, heck-- even take selfies with it. Next, I want you to unwillingly do the following: put this vase on an ad on Craig's list, give it for free to someone who is on the same continuum of uselessness. Done? ok, now go break that ******* vase. What? You can't? It's not yours anymore? How does THAT feel? Do you feel upset? Angry? Confused? No, you feel helpless. Well now you know how your friendship feels like and what your friendship means. Not cool. We aren't cool. Don't make me break you, it won't fix you into becoming someone I need.
I roughed up my uncle today Looked him in the eye half fearless and said I dont care if you curse and spurt out jinxes at my fate That wont stop me for a minute from pounding your face Just you dare place a finger on my mother You'll discover you hadn't a nephew but a monster
I gazed into the face of sunlight it glowed like a Ray of hope The warmth soothed doubts The wind blew a gentle breeze through my ear.
I wandered up the woodlands with a troubled heart My spirit was slowly sinking Drowning I struggled to see the signs Thoughts of hopelessness I was sinking furious and fast. I refused to see it Often denied it. I fought like cat and dogs. To keep myself a float The Hardships The feeling of being crushed to point I couldn't go on. Tears filled my pillow In fact it rained constantly The truth was I felt all. Alone. I only felt safe among the birds trees The stillness of beauty In fact that is were the secret memories Of bonding began.
Were did it all go wrong. Didn't I give you enough attention. What happened to you. To make you treat me so bad. It's not my fault You changed But I can't accept this you. I have to leave you Before I doomed to hate.
The first time I broke up with him It wasn’t a break up We weren’t actually dating And it wouldn’t have been a break up if we were It was a drift apart And maybe we’d healed all of our hearts we could by then We needed time to explore the rest of them And we did It wasn’t a break up But it was the first time It was friendship and flirting and things in between I remember he used to ask me what we could ever fight about And I would laugh because kids laugh I would say “nothing” And we fought about nothing Everything was nothing and it was worth fighting about A disagreement, a mismatch of opinion Our first fight, he said, hurt like its own kind of **** It wasn’t face to face It wasn’t screaming It was quiet I don’t remember what it was about It doesn’t matter It was a different side of him Worth ignoring for his friendship The second time I broke up with him was a break A platonic waiting for the punchline kind of passive aggressive It wasn’t on purpose Anyone who makes your stomach do flips is worth it They’re worth it But it started to flip anxiously Like the season had ended for those happy little butterflies I started to get nauseous around him He joked that I’d **** him if he ever cheated on my best friend I agreed seriously It wasn’t a joke It was a threatening to rip his intestines out by shoving my hand down his throat It was breaking the skies in half It was a boy I once upon a timed apologizing to a broken heart with chocolate I lost trust Losing trust is finally breaking through the facade Losing trust is still laughing and never asking for someone’s advice Day by day it got harder To ignore the fact that my butterflies were dying I didn’t want friendship I didn’t want a bunch of skeletal wings and dead aerial beauties It got harder Daily He shouted And ignored And forgave me for things he’d done I wanted to be better for him I didn’t want to talk to him I wanted to break up with him the third time Severing a link we’d had too many times I broke up with trust and wanted to break up with love altogether It came out in a flurry A week where I couldn’t control the sarcastic thoughts “Are you saying that you think our friendship should end?” I don’t know what his notifications sound like on his phone But sometimes he laughs Says the reply made him cry himself to sleep And I imagine a ping at my response “i’m saying i think it would be better for me if it did” I’ve never been good at using capital letters But that scream ended some kind of sound I’d been holding in too long I may as well have turned caps lock on I loved a persistent boy And a charmer Who never wanted to give me up But it was a break up And there were no drunken hookups I laughed at his jokes I made polite conversation Sometimes I still hear his screaming in the back of my mind Across a cafeteria About every name I was for ruining his It was confusion It was ecstasy It was everything he’d said before fitting back into place It was tears But he doesn’t need to know that part I broke up with him because I wanted to wake my butterflies up And I could not do that with an abusive best friend New girls and boys tell me they love me And I suppose I’m just confused Because he never treated me the way a friend should If he ever reads this Hears me perform it in a passing coffee shop I want him to know I love him More than I’ll ever be comfortable admitting There’s a hurt to it A breaking note in every song That remembers There’s a love for him that remembers jokes and late nights talking and a dare devil And sometimes I want our break up to just be a break from the relationship But when I hear him scream I want him to know I cried because his butterflies had died too Not because I was scared But because I thought I would be the one to bring them back to life
wow this one is emotional tm how about i yankee doodle don’t
Quiet household They do not hear Loud whispers Harsh reminders They very much feel
I have 14 tiny moles did you know I can count I count when they fight I count when my mother couldn't count on my father
We don't talk when we fix We huff when we move We hiss when one makes a sound
I tie the broken nylon guitar string Just for fun Around my neck It hurts a bit but This kind of pain is not as bad as The one I'm trying to rid myself of
My sister tries to listen to them My brothers distract themselves I write these things I hear my father yell
THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN
We'll be alright.
The precise date and time was when this event happened. My family isn't perfect. I could tell you that we're dysfunctional and at times, especially during my earlier childhood years, abusive. But we're trying.