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Jess Feb 2020
There.
I said it.
Plain and simple on the page.
But do I feel better?
No.
I still feel so many other things.
Anger. Sadness. Regret.
But do I hate you?
No.
I loved you.
I cared for you
More than I did for myself.
I could never hate you.
And that’s the thing I hate the most.

It’s like I’ve redacted all the bad memories
Because I want to be the bigger person
And move on
But they visit me in my dreams
More like nightmares.

Do you even remember
All the things you’ve said?
Do you ever still think about
All the things you’ve done
Because I do
More than I should.
The times you told me I was too skinny
Too fat
Too loud
Too friendly
Like a sick game of Simon says.
You played me like a puppet
And yet you came out the victim
Because I cut the toxic thread.
Do people actually believe the ******* that comes out of your mouth?
What a shame.

You invaded my body and my mind
With your words.
You stripped me of myself
And molded me into what you wanted.
What you thought you wanted.
My insides are covered in scars
That no one else can see.
Not even me
But I know they’re there.
Because I’m not the same as I was.
Everyday
Since the day I told you I wanted to go separate ways
Was a battle
With myself.
I had to re learn to live
To be me again
Like a baby taking its first step.
I had to break out of that shell that you had put inside of me.
And it hurt.
So much.

How did I ever become this person.
I don’t even know how it happened.
You lured me in with everything that I ever wanted.
Love.
Passion.
Friendship.
And then you took it all away and showed the monster that was inside.
But I was stuck
And I was blind
I didn’t want to give up
Suddenly it’s been almost 3 years
968 days to be exact
And the only thing I’d given up on was myself.

Nobody came to free me
Or rescue me
Or steal me
I ******* freed myself
I slayed the dragon in my life
But nobody talks about what happens next.
The darkness that surrounded me.
The dragon was dead
But his scales and claws were still inside of me.
I had to carve them out
Piece by piece
As I cried every night
Scared that I would never be whole again
Horrified that this would happen again
Not to me
But to someone else
The next girl you called your muse
And your only reason for life.

How dare you.
How dare you play with someone
like you played with me.
You have issues
I know
Everybody does.
But that’s no excuse.
That is not a reason for you to throw out empty threats
That didn’t seem so empty to me.
You said that if I left
You would give up your career
You said that if I left
You’d never recover from the trauma
You said that if I left
You’d never see another day.
How
Dare
You
Because I believed you.
And I couldn’t bare the thought of you hurting yourself
So I decided to hurt me instead.

I know you still talk about me
And a part of me craves the knowledge
Of knowing what it is.
But thoughts like that is what keeps me awake at night.
I want to look you in the eyes and scream
And kick
And cry
And tell you all of these things that have been bottled inside for so long
But I cant
And I won’t
Because in all honesty
I pray
That I never
Ever
See your face
Again.
For Mr. Cottontail
Apple juice Feb 2020
No matter the heat of boiling blood I have for you,
There's this look we give at truth.
See when you look at me
sand paper scuffs alongside my Memory.
A blank slate of just aesthetically pleasing  that just…
fades away.
Staring at every trace of feature upon your obdurate disguise as well as into your eyes,
we still both smile
We both know we’re supposed to be on fire
so why are we smiling?
My heart awakening and
yours contemplating
I look at you and gain some like tranquility.
Just Floats away like it’s all going to be okay.
All in the matter of seconds
And then we’re mad again
Despite what just happened.
You’re a habit that’s impossible to break, so let’s make it a strength
drop the waste and come take a taste
of the best mistake you’ll ever make
Like banging two stones together the  stubbornness lays within his eyes his name his face someone I couldn’t dare to 'love' but love finds it way and we can’t change the way we feel ..no matter how hard we try...
Styles Feb 2020
So far we have traveled, well missed is your touch, on my flesh. The warmth of your fingertips, lite in touch, brings warmth and such. Igniting my core as the flames roar, my hungry, lust for more.
Jieun Feb 2020
I want to love me too..
but its just too hard
doing it alone :<
Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
the hardest part
of growing up?

to learn
how to deal
with changes
also check out my other poems!  :)
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2020
It has been awhile since I've written
Busy and it's hard to find time
I know that each first word I write
The start of a difficult climb

Every foothold hard to find
Work for each sentence and letter
When I finally reach the end
Feel as if I could have done better
Written 8-11-13

I have almost posted every old poem i have from middle school (2007) through 2017
Flowerwithabrain Feb 2020
I take photos now, that's new

And I learned to draw lips like you used to

But despite the things I've learned

I still yearn
Poetic T Feb 2020
I was the nail in a coffin
                       of hardship.

But just because I was a nail
didn't disconnect me from
                the ideology of my use.

I held it together,
        for many this was to much,
brittle and frail they never dug
                                  down deep.

Where I held this all together,
          I wasn't about to let life
pull me out,.

I was a nail, holding my life together,
           a coffin of hardships that 'll
                                        bury one day..

but for now I'm in deep enough
                          to keep it together.
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