Left with no suga for lemonade..
You didn't give me any.
Its the bed you made.

My suga hidden locked away I always keep plenty.
Yet you should've  given me some.
You didn't give me any.
Should things become unraveled undone.

Behaviors..
Like gentle flavors
Gifted courtesies.
Texting etiquettes.
Is like a lumpy  preserved sugar cube.
Know that rules in texting has its magnitude.      
Proper mannerisms set for the right attitude.
Like sensual videos from youtube.

Proper texting skills.
Sets the flow for good word adjectives.
If texting don't just walk away.. at least say bye  have a good day.
You were texting me and simply vanished away.
Didn't hear from you till some other day.

No good morning no how are you.
No Sorry I hadn't replied back to you.
The stems that builds proper relationships.
Simple actions that can untie good friendships.
Rude mannerisms, actions, bad timing..too many crazy smilies.
Too much giving, too much doing, way too many gifs cheezies.
Texting at wrongful innappropriate times.
Like at the movies or on a date no good signs.
Manners gone like public phone booths uneeded dimes.

Your rudeness Your going I can't miss.
You have no suga cubes.
Just sour lemons..
Easy to dismiss.

You gave me nothing to make lemonade.
Can't fix this mess you have made.
No suga for lemonade!
By selinasharday all rights reserved..3-2018

*******, and **** her too.
Cause when she came into your life.
I didn’t matter.
Maybe it was before that but I didn’t notice until then.
And then; once you left.
You taught me how to hate.
You taught me to be afraid to trust the ones you love.
I guess I should thank you.
Cause most of all.
You taught me how to deal with pain, without anyone noticing.
And how to not get hurt anymore.
So thanks….
Now I can’t let people in.
No one knows me.
And guess what.
6 ******* years of me trying to reach out to you.
And then coming back with nothing but silence.
My own blood is a complete ******* stranger to me.
So thanks…..
Now I know.
Don’t expect anything, that way you can’t get let down.
-j.p.

Your words don't matter
So why do you talk?
Why do allow words
To come out of your mouth?
No one is listening
To your words
Because they don't matter
They simply don't matter

Why put yourself through such torture?
You know they don't matter
You know no one is listening
You know no one is paying attention
And yet
You keep talking
Why must you be so difficult?
Why must you not understand?
Your words do not matter
They don't matter
They never will

Therefore, you must stop speaking
You are only hurting yourself
No one else is paying attention
To this one person
Having a conflict in their mind
To stop talking
Forevermore