#anyways
i see myself
folded in half
and half and half in your
pocket;
one of my poem scraps i write
and tear from the corner of my notebooks
tuck away
and wash by accident.
i see me
forgotten
but it doesn't matter,
right? if you never cared
you won't start now
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:55 PM UTC
the way you said
i still love you
didn't really mean
anything at all
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC
you were the worst idea of my life
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
I am a panoply
Of all things inane
My mind is half gone
And my dreams
Are a mess of the dead
I'm probably concussed
And I can't feel my legs
So let's go steal Greenland
To wash away the pain
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
you cant turn back yesterday
or today
or tomorrow
but you can change the past
into a better present
and a better future
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
you'll find someone else and drift away, leaving me in stone cold silence from day to day. Do you ever get tired? Because unlike you, even when I have someone, you run through my mind all day.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
I am a stalemate,
I will never be won,
But I will also never be lost
I could never be your checkmate.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
How does one go upon forgiving
something they never faced?
Avoidance is a forbidden fruit that yields
only bitter aftertaste.
Do we mislead to be okay,
just to elude the debates?
Do we ignore the pain,
just to keep up the harmonious masquerades?
And these contradictions we face:
Of loving someone so much we
disregard our own aches,
even when they are those causal to this fate.
This is a forgiveness we do not create,
this is remembering what we cannot erase.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
I want someone to love me as much as I want to love God.
And yet all I want is a day where I don't feel so alone here.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
you forced my hand,
every time was like loving sand.
so now i have to go,
now i have to say no.
oh, but it hurts.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
to my mother who never cared
i. Thank you for becoming the woman
you promised that you would never
become.
ii. I never got all my stuff back, and
I'm starting to lose myself in the
stuffed animals and photographs
iii. i don't need you
i don't need you
i don't need you
iv. dad still cries and so do i but
it's alright you never loved
either of us anyways.
v. thanks for forgetting my birthday
and Christmas
and that you gave birth to me
vi. i don't need you
i don't need you
i don't need you
I don't need you.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC