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Jellyfish Feb 2017
Knowing there is a piece of you
always thinking of what could've been,
makes me feel this strange jealousy...
and I hate it.
allison Feb 2017
Your list keeps growing and growing...  Like I said, nothing like a bunch of pretty faces to distract you.  Girls sure are beautiful.  I'm sure you're catching a lot of their attention, just as you had hoped.  I can only imagine the flirting.  Unfortunately, I have yet to receive any of your attention or desire.  I guess since you gave it to me constantly for a year and a half, it's a little too boring now.  Silly me.  I have continued begging and begging for you but I am overjoyed to finally realize I deserve so much more than that ****. The memories were beautiful, you were beautiful, I was beautiful and most of all, we were beautiful.  We were so ****** beautiful.  But now my face is sunken in, my eyes are always bloodshot and my lips are constantly cracked open and bleeding.  And we certainly aren't beautiful anymore. Take me back to the last night we shared together; I often wonder how you slept so soundly...  I wonder why you didn't kiss me goodnight when you knew it would be your last night to kiss me.  I wonder why you chose to go to sleep instead of watching one last movie with me.  As I sit here, typing this, I laugh at myself.  I laugh because I see how blinded I have been.  I deserve someone who fights to make it work. Who doesn't think leaving is the answer. I deserve someone who always chooses to stay.  Who is sure of me only and always.  Well, at least I am now realizing all of these things.  I am so ******* dumb for sticking around like I have.  I will read this when I feel the urge to text you.  I will read this when I think, "maybe, just maybe he wants me to reach out to him." Because you don't need me to reach out to you.  And it's very evident nothing good comes from contacting you.  I am sick of this loneliness and I am sick of thinking you're the only one who can fix that.  Especially when you're the ******* reason I'm like this.  Hmm, I wonder if this is the mad stage I've been told I'd eventually reach? I never thought I could
Feliz G Feb 2017
If I had never met you,
Would've everything been okay?

==《~》==

If I never sent you that note,
Would I have never felt that way?

==《~》==

Maybe it's for the very best
If we never met each other.

==《~》==

I know this is really stupid,
And I'm sorry I'm a bother.

==《~》==

Maybe this would've gone better,
If I never wrote that letter.
"Who even asks someone if they're okay when they're clearly crying?!"
"You nearly told him to "*******" when he asked!"
"Shut up, Elise!"
......
.... I'm talking to myself again....
aviisevil Feb 2017
Leave me please
Love me deep
I'm about to cease
I'm about to breathe
There's nothing to feed
Nothing to sink my teeth
It'll be another millennium
Till I'll be freed
I'm not the circus you can seek
Nor a dream you can sleep
Not a road you can reach
I'm your god
I'm your slave
I'm anything you crave
Left alone in a cave
Made one in your mistake
Every machine ever made
The life you make
And the life you take
I'm the rotten seed
The forgotten forests creed
Far from the civilization
I abide by my greed
I'm not the one you can teach
I have no soul to preach
No walls you can breach
Just an ocean
That you can never keep
One that will never bleed
Or breed
Everything that's inside
For I am
One and only
No matter how much you laugh.
Cné Feb 2017
Thank you for
reminding me
what an idiot
I be!
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
You say you want change,
You even go to protests, you say,
But as I look at your body of work ,
All you have to say is,
"I wasn't the one who broke those windows",
You don't do anything, you just yell among other yells,
Get over yourself, you aren't anybody,
Do something, don't say something,
Mr. nobody from nowhere,
The martyrs blood is worth so much more that the screamers spit,
Or even the writers ink,
You don't know art,
You don't act,
You just assume your overheard opinion is worth enough for us to listen.
My heart is broken once again, and so I see you standing there, without your smile, without your care.

I wish that I could speak the truth, of how I really think of you, for every time I spend in youth, I never really can see two.

Time know how I try to show, the feelings that invisibly flow, this empty shell I call my home, is just misleading for those unknown.

I say to you, Adieu Adieu, for I never wanted to scar you blue, I wanted to see that yellow hue, like the touch that cleans my cue. Please be yellow, and I'll be blue.
I hope one day you read this note.
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