i want to drive with you at night steal the aux cord from you after fighting about the music and put on The 1975 cause baby i'd love it if we made it
i want to wrap your hair around my fingers while you read to me from your book written by a dead russian guy because everything sounds interesting in your voice and i'm happy to be the crime to your punishment
i want to smoke with you in the sun as you call me a bad influence we can blur the edges between us and call it poetry
i want you but i'm just a little too embarrassed to ask if you want me too
one day i'll have the guts to do all this sh i t with you <3
your comfort movie is three hours long and it makes you cry so hard you get a headache, but you watch it so much you have every line memorized. does anything about that seem even a little bit healthy?
you think all of your friends find you annoying but they don't want to hurt your feelings so you don't go to them when you need to
it's so hard to belong anywhere why don't you belong anywhere?
you've had this poem in your drafts for months not knowing what to say the other one was so bad but it didn't really get that much better
i know you wanted it to get better
but i won't apologize because i was ******* right
i won't get better until you do and right now you just surround yourself with people who don't want to love you all the way and you do things that you know will leave you exhausted because you think that people will want you if you just did more things do you see where this is going?
because i can tell you that you're going to end up burned out and full of regret so heavy that you'll drown i can say over and over again that you're wasting your time and everyone else's time
and i'd be right because you're doing everything for the wrong reasons you're keeping people around for the wrong reasons
but i can't do anything because i'm just the sick ******* in your head putting you through hell so it doesn't seem as bad when you get there
you don't have to listen to me but i can see the ******* future
and you don't get better until i do and right now the people that surround you don't love to want you all the way and you exhaust things that you know will leave you because you do things that people think of wanting
do i see where this is going?
dude idfk. i kinda just wanna get high off my *** rn.
how easy it should be to just say "i miss you, i feel like ****, and i want you back"
i hate it i hate this
i hate crying on her shoulder because it should be yours i hate going to her when i want to be with you i hate the constant ache in my chest when i remember how much i loved you how much i still love you
i hate the way my dreams are full of you your voice and the smell of your hair in the morning i hate not knowing if you're still there i hate watching you fall apart i hate it so much
I’m happy to be here, Alive and well. I once lost all I held dear, Tumbling down into hell.
But I rose out Like a prizefighter; Off of the net with a Lively propulsion, And into Death’s Ugly, No good, Mug.
I’m happy to still be alive. Not because I enjoyed rising above, But because I Wouldn’t ever have beheld The beauty that has passed by.
And I know, More is on it’s way. So I can only pray, To share this beauty with others.
Unedited. I’m really tired. I’ve been having a sort of a block recently, I’ve been really unmotivated. so I’m gonna sleep now. Also, the poetry on this site from everyone is part of that beauty I mentioned.