There she sat in front of me with her red lipstick on and a smile that showed off her pearly white teeth that always seemed to light up a room but something was off Was it the sweetness I felt, disappearing when I looked at her? Only the tingling on my tongue after eating too many sour candies was left as I saw her smile slowly curve down each day I saw her She had a lot of sour moments now that I look back. I miss the fresh peppermint laughs we shared what's left now is a silhouette a wrapper of what we could have been and now as I sit here looking through her I begin to crack from the way she makes me feel She doesn't know She'll never know about the red stripes she left on me can a shattered candy cane be put back together? it might seem impossible some parts may be lost but with some time I'll be back on my feet again and she'll move on to someone sweeter maybe a gumdrop this time Without losing her I would never have found my marshmallows friends who I know I can always fall back on their soft embrace They will be there supporting me till my expiration date
I rewrote my last poem because I've changed a lot since 2019 and thank god I did. The ends kinda cringe lol
Don't forgive his crimes just because he can kiss them better. I see his stained hands every time I close my eyes. I can’t escape the whispered lies, they ring in my ears like a constant- Hush! You wouldn’t want them to hear us.
I still feel his hands wrenching my wrist. Remember how I wished his grip Would loosen, if only a little. Thought of the tenderness love Was supposed to connote, as the blood dripped persistently into my throat.
It was then that I realized. With nothing left in me, that anything is better than Being worshipped, forcibly.
You think you deserve, everything I do for you you got such a nerve to expect me to serve for me it’s love but you are so used to people at your feet the money talk, get them confused so used to get use out of us and think you deserve to get sub-served such a nerve, such a nerve
I knew that you didn’t love me back, that didn’t stop the pain that came with the words, “I’ve never thought of you that way.” I cared for you, you cared for yourself. I was never good enough to be loved unconditionally, never good enough to be your first choice. You were the rain, creating my river of tears. Not one conversation ended happily, yet you remained a bolder in my path that I refused to move. I locked myself in a cage with your name on it to impress you, you didn’t even notice. Flirting and leading me on was a game, a punishment, in your words “just a joke,” In mine, the final straw that pushed me into my suicidal hole. And, I still loved you.
The manic pixie dream girl wouldn't fall for you So you fell for the poisonous girl in the red dress instead, Thinking they were the same. And they're quite similar, really, all mad and free. But the difference between pixie dream girl and me Is that she is sweet. She'll do what she wants: She might love you, she might leave you. Gently. Softly. I am not so sweet, not so gentle, not so soft. I will leave you, I won't love you, and you will come crawling back. I want you to love me until you cry And I want you to cry for me like a dying man for breath, A starving man for a meal, A soaked man for the sun, And a deserted man for rain and Even then I'll leave you again, crawling through the sand. All that, just because I can.
my bed sits, empty as my pocket bearing nothing more than your old promises collecting dust, waiting to be heard again by someone willing to listen. it breaks me down, every time I feel you near me haunting my empty bed with your sharp teeth. my body knows your words can still cut me at my throat so I wait patiently, for your blade to appear beside me without your hand to hold it.