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Laura Littlefoot Feb 2015
I have never been in love, not even close
That has never bothered me
I have other priorities

I’m not half of a whole
I’m more than enough
Sometimes I’m too much

I build up and I break down
By my own hand, no one else’s
No, not even yours

See me bend and never break
See the love I give my self
See me spend my time improving
And see me do it on my own
Chrissaves Jan 2015
I don't need to fall at your feet,
I don't need to to meet your every standard.
I've got my own,
I know what I want,
I've shown that and I've own that;
I got my own.
I won't miss your kiss all the time.
I'll be fine,
I love you, but you got to know that I sometimes need me, myself, and I.
Why do you let your big ego get in the way?,
One of these days if you keep it up I won't stay.
Because I got my own.
I'm just fine alone so don't worry about me,
If you can see that then we can be just fine.
I got my own my mind and I want to make my own descions when it has to do with my life.
So don't you dare try to run my life for me.
I got my own,
I got my own,
I got my own,
I got my own.
Reposting new things because I dont write my own work
Nina MacDonald Jan 2015
No it's fine
continue ignoring me when our eyes meet
I have nothing to say to you
but it's funny
how much I could say to her..
Vanessa Dec 2014
i wish i could love you
or i wish i could love anyone
I'm just not ready for it
not yet at least
maybe not at all
or ever

what would i do if i was alone forever?
what about i do with i wasn't alone forever?
where would i go or who would i be with?

inside my head is a strew of magnificent colors
and endless possibilities
excitement and eagerness
the idea of not knowing is scary
to most
but i find it intriguing

curiosity is a beautiful inspiration
Merry 2015 & Happy Always
Natasha zaman Dec 2014
When the wind blows
Though nobody knows
The lonely flower stands strong
Even if it's not for long
The lonely flower stands alone
Staying in a world unknown
Sarah Gammon Dec 2014
I remember crying while looking at you,
begging you to not forget me.
Now look who has forgotten who;
you are barely even a memory.

I can't remember what was great,
I feel like, maybe nothing was.
I remember thinking it was fate,
now I know I was just grasping straws.

All the love I that wanted to receive,
I shouldn't have looked for in you.
Thinking I needed you was naive,
when to myself, I should've been true.

At first, I simply felt distraught,
but then I began to realize
we were never what I thought
and it's better off that we died.

Although, I do recall your insolence;
the only way I remember your voice,
"You are ******* ridiculous"
easily helped me make a choice.

It took an epiphany to see,
that you were never good to me.
I've noticed that I'm more happy,
now that you're less than a memory.
Copyright Sarah Gammon 2014

Realizing the amazing things I deserve, made it easy to forget about the ******* who treated me poorly. Now that I respect myself, I don't even WANT someone who would do anything less than I deserve. I feel honestly relieved to have come to these realizations. I look forward to a long, happy life where I won't put up with people being jerks. :)
Beck Dec 2014
it was so sweet of you
to show up at my door
flowers in your hand
heart open, like a sore

did it take you a long while
to write me that song
to paint me a picture with sweet, unspoken words
to admit that you were wrong

do you expect me fake a smile
and listen to your lies
while your words twist red like sin
intruding the pure, white sky

i'd lie, too, and say its fine
that i really don't care..

but i can't do that you ******* fool
you hurt me all too much
i refuse to be your night time secret
i will not be your crutch

I'm moving on
and on
you know,
i hope you cry tonight

and when you call me on the phone
i'll laugh right in your ear

you ******* fool don't you see?
I'm about to disappear...
Love hurts everyone, this is kind of a twist, though. As the apologizing lover thinks things are okay, that the hurt one will alway come running back, he/she is growing stronger and more independent. Soon the poem shifts from a whining, pleading tone to a harsh, independent-- almost satirical tone. Soon the hurt lover has become indifferent, to the point where he/she tells the other to *watch* him/her disappear.. (a bit ironic)!
Jessica Dec 2014
Born into lies and raised in confusion,
Unaware of how life is supposed to start.
Tossed into a world where new life is unexpectedly complicated
But it is expected that she grow up not knowing why.

Thinking your mom is the one person who has always been reliable
And only to learn, the ones held closest, have the power to unwind the world around you.
The full spool of your life is being pulled and you can’t help but to spin.
Your existence sloshes, as the giant waves peak and shatter into smaller droplets and you are what is left behind.
Left alone and covered in filthy debris that is inevitable and not your fault.
You are evidence.
The one reminder that everyone wishes would just disappear.

The child of a lie.
This is the only truth you now have.
Thrown into the stream of doubt and untrusting
The stone in the pile of what seemed to be full of gems.
Sifting through the suspicions that have been gathering since before you could remember.
The tides rose to meet the shore but you never quite reach the sand.
Sunken down among the mud while the rest gets sifted, cleaned, and claimed.

I am left with the filth that you have created for me and am unable to skim through the pages and pages of lies in which I have been living in.
Ryn Dec 2014
Because in the end I'm still standing
in the corner
like I like
or don't like
I have yet to decide but
I'm laughing with myself;

vanity never got me anything.

So I'll wear exactly what I like or
what you want me to like or
whatever I found on the floor
and I'll collect more and more
until I finally realize what I chore it is

Pretending who you're going to be each day.

Dress me in grey
Stick me in a simple box
Set me on fire and
throw me to the rocks in the sky
that always reflected the dreamy mist of another life
into my vacant eyes.

C.e.M. 12.12.14
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