I know a girl that piles on the necklaces
“Makes me look pretty,” she says
She’s all nervous, high-pitched laughter that jangles
as she fidgets with her armored collarbones
Rose red rashes bloom around ivory flesh,
She scratches at her skin inflamed
Ring ring ring around her pretty little neck
With those posey necklaces and gemstones
She smiles fondly at each reflection
of chains and rocks entangled
Wrung wrung wrung of beauty is she
Bitten so fiercely to her ivory bones
Her laughter hacks into little cough spurts,
and the metal winks dully as it strangles
Ring ring ring around her rosy little neck--
she piles on more necklaces.
My name isn't Rosie
That's what it says on my birth certificate
That's what everyone calls me.
That's what I introduce myself as.
My name's Rose.
But when I was younger everyone called me Rosie.
When someone was annoyed with me, they'd call me Rose.
All my memories of someone calling me Rosie are nice.
Rose sounds grown up to me.
It makes me more accountable.
Which sounds really dumb.
Honestly, I like the name Rose more.
But sometimes I just want to be little girl again
I want to be Rosie.
~I believe in you. I believe in God. I believe you can make it, even if you don't know. You are stronger than you realize, and far braver then anyone I have ever met. I love you, even if it's not in the way we use to share. I will always love you, alright? ♥ You are not dying, you are living. I know it may not mean that much to you, but I will always be by your side, even if you cannot see me there. I love you sooo much, and I know you can do this! (; I will never give up believing in you, I will always keep in mind how much you've come through. I am smiling wide as I type these words, you can always make me smile. You make me proud, sunshine.
Be the brave person I use to know~
~I ask you, why.
Why do you think it is dumb that they are in love when they are both 14?
Yes, they are of a young age.
She is abused by the loving parents she never had.
The loving parents you had.
She feels a world of pain,
And is told she simply does not deserve to live.
She is cussed out,
And you laugh because the one person who makes her feel important,
Is in love with her?
You can be in love at any age,
Because I know how she feels.
I know, because she was me.
My elders laughed because we were "too young"
Little did they know, nobody loved me~
She finds a great escape.
She can leave the world she knows,
The world that hates her,
The world that wants her dead,
And stay with him.
She is loved.
Unlike at home,
Unlike on the internet,
Unlike at school.
She feels wanted.
She feels loved.
She feels she has a purpose.
And without him,
Well, good news,
I am never without him~
You always know what to say.
I was so lost, in the streets of the abandoned.
And then one day, you came my way,
You sat down beside me, took my hand and
said, "What I would give for another day."
I was left with a choice,
My heart no longer hell bound,
I remember the day my heart drowned.
"It's okay," softly spoke Zach.
"I love you to the moon and back."
When I had said that, his eyes brightened.
He leaned in and kissed me, my throat tightened.
"You are unlike any other girl I've ever met. It's true."
I looked at him, why?
"Why? Just because you are you."
I felt like I could fly.
Tears slid in my eyes,
If I spoke, I would cry.
I felt so at peace.
This love we shared,
should never cease.
"I support you through every rough decision you have to make."
A smile grew on his face.
"And my heart is yours, in which only you can take."
Which ended with a hug, well embraced.
~I can't be your friend if you constantly tell me about how much attention you're receiving. I'm not going to let you talk about all of those girls who you assume like you. It's wonderful and all, but it's nothing I want to hear. You are my ex, and not a feeling for you exists inside my bones. Yet, you find joy in telling me something that makes me want to sigh. I'm sorry, but it got too suspicious. I want you to realize I have moved on with you, so please leave me alone. You are downright bragging in my face, as if I need that right now. I'm having to face a lot of hardships, and I want you gone. You come at me saying that some girl fell for you today or how much you want to cuddle your new girlfriend. Alright, leave. That's it, stay away. I do not like you being my "friend" only to talk about other girls.
I have a bf, get OVER it. Leave me the f*ck alone, would ya'? We only argue. And then you end up THANKING me for breaking up with you? I am sooo insulted! I didn't break up with you so you could thank me later. I need you out of my life. Oh, no one to talk to about the beautiful ladies you have lined up for you? Don't care.