I understand why you did what you did, just not how
I knew you had a fork in the road
I knew you had a choice
I know you had to make the call
What you didn’t have to do was ghost me
How you ended it hurt more than you’ll ever know
You scarred me for life
An eye for an eye ?
being alone makes me realize that i’ve never actually ‘dealt with it’
sure, i’ve had good days but when it comes down to it; i go to bed at night, and i think. i think about what we could’ve been if we never stopped. maybe i overreacted?
but then i remember, you’ve done nothing but backstab people. you’ve done nothing but hurt. i was nothing but good to you and you still repaid me with breaking my heart and my trust.
so ******* for ever making me happy and making me believe that you cared. because you never did, and that’s something i have to deal with.
i've learned that i kinda have to go with what i think is right when it comes to situations like these. am i going to regret it later? probably. but it's worth it because everything happens for a reason :,)
An irreplaceable mirror
One of a kind
An irreplaceable memory
Stored in a photograph
The mirror, shattered
Shards lying on the floor
The photograph, tarnished
Smeared with paint
A room reeking of chemicals
Belonging to an asthmatic.
Being refused the refuge
Of sleeping on the couch.
A gouge in the wall
A long, scratched line
White smears across
A brand new, silver surface.
But we can't sue,
Because your son
Runs our Real Estate.
So the painter we hired to do the ceilings and fix the plaster is a ******* *******
he RUINED my ONE OF A KIND MIRROR that was made in the shape of my name that my uncle got me from Bali.
He got white paint onto one of the ONLY PHOTOS I HAVE LEFT of Nan and Pop.
Paint, on the fridge we got a week ago.
A GOUGE MARK IN THE KITCHEN WALL
but the real estate people
WONT DO ****!!!
Warning: Bleeped out profanity. Read at your own risk
I would call you "dad"
But I would be ashamed to do so
You cannot stand up for anyone
Fooled into submission by her
That f·cking Satanic b·tch
Who is more irresponsible than I
I am ashamed you ever bed with her
I watch your offspring, wishing to be dead
Now I love your children
They even call me "Mama"
Isn't that alarming?
When they confuse their birthgiver with their sister?
But what would I know
I'm just a young girl
I don't know anything, says you
You overprotect me anyhow
As soon as I can leave, I'll be gone without a trace
Living with my mother, the woman that you hate
That you talk sh·t about, while I am within hearing range
Then act like nothing happened, do you think I am a bafoon?
At least I have the ****** courage
To tell someone to f·ck off
I'm glad I'm nothing like you
So, just f·ck off
Sorry (not sorry) about the profanity. My dad was talking smack about my mom with my stepmom and I flipping hate him for it.
I don’t want to be in love with you anymore.
I don’t want to need you in my life.
All I can think about is how much I ******* hate you
for making me hate myself,
because I can't stop loving you.
sorry for swearing...
My body is so tired
I'm exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally.
I just want a break
Is that too much to ask?
Apparently so, because
My brain is wide awake
And it wont let me sleep
Get ****** brain.
I'll just be tired and grumpy tomorrow
And that way everyone will get ****** at me.
Its not like you care is it? No.
You dont care.
You scream at me every time i eat something with sugar in it.
You whisper horrible things in my ears when i'm alone.
You convince me to hurt myself so i can feel something, after you've shut down all my other emotions.
You make me fall for people too late and too often and not enough.
You tell me i'm not enough.
I just want to sleep
Stop putting these thoughts in my head and leave me alone.
Its late and i'm probably a little hysterical but who cares.
******* for calling my art “rants.”
For not being able to see past letters I paint on a canvas.
There is a certain spot where ***** like you will never be allowed,
and that’s between the lines of the words I write.
I’ll write all you ******* off as I write of all your ******* sins,
and I’ll wear another mask just like you want me to.
I build a home and you burn it.
I build a reputation and you stain it.
I’ll be a ******* carpenter of confidence, and you’ll still be my villainous vandal.
And your scummy scandals.
And your insidious intentions.
And your daggers of delayed and destructive dialogue.
I’m over you.
Is it possible
To go back and stop the knife
Yell "*******" at death?
whoever said haiku's were pretty?
you were crying so much that day
tears and sweat marred
when you heard my footsteps
'do you love me?'
boy, i can't tell you
those drops of ache
felt like a thousand beatings
heart that have
always loved you
than anyone else [even you]
there is nothing to do
but hold you
framing your beauty
in my trembling palms
i kissed your eyelids
hoping against all hope
would be enough
i spent a great
that you matter
i look at you
you are beyond this universe
every waking moment
into never making
less than your
so it came
as no surprise
that when i ask if you love me
you just smiled
-this is too much; now i know why i felt like no value was left within
-no, well maybe, yes, (you are) partially at fault
Enter the dark parts of my mind.
The pieces that aren't really pieces
but are like the vast black holes
sprinkled throughout the universe
You'll never leave
imprinted in my gray matter forever
Lost and spinning
You may resurface every now and then,
forcing my brain cells to collide and remind me of you
I wish I could rip you from my memories,
extinguish the artificial light you emitted
But what would happen then?
What is a thing without what came before?