#getoverit
You took a rusty razor blade
to my heart
scraping away my
chance of adventure
and freedom
Leaving droplets of blood-stained dreams
on the ***** floor
while you sail away
with the fantasy that
I dared whisper
aloud.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
Eradicate the words you once spoke to me
They mean nothing
Alleviate my pain & let me levitate
I write these words to forget my pain
Erase my memory & ease my agony
No longer do I want to think of you
Or how you made me feel
Or how you made me fall in love with your brokenness
Your smile, warm felt like home
But now that home is just a house with skeletons
How i wish I could burn down that house
Expunge it from existence alongside all the love I have for you
“Erase my memory & ease my pain...”
These words a prophecy yet to be fulfilled
Oh how I live to see that day ...
When your existence is finally obliterated
From my memory
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Despite efforts to try to erase you from my mind
i still catch myself wondering how your day is going
who you talked to, whatever drama it is you have now
is this what love is? if so i have it for the wrong soul
if i can convince myself you never had a second thought about me
maybe i can get over this mountain of memories
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
Wine at my lips I listen to KillSwitch.
My curse was your song to me.
I blare it so **** loud my ears begin to bleed.
The lyrics circle me.
They lift me off this ***** floor.
Bringing me back to our memories.
Back to where our hands bared that wedding band. Back to a home of intoxicating kisses and a passion others only dreamed of.
Back down to where I felt at home...
God **** it,
Why did I have to listen to this song.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
"GET OVER IT!" She said as if depression can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
Pretty, ugly, smart, stupid, **** loser, criminal, black, white, perfect, wrong, addict, outcast, normal, and freak.
What does it matter?
We use stereotypes to classify each other,
To separate ourselves into different groups.
I remember when I was young that I was never in dresses, skirts, or nail polish, and I didn't like pink.
I was treated as one of the guys, and that was how I liked it.
Then I got into school, where I was told I was wrong.
I was supposed to wear skirts, I was supposed to love dresses, and I was supposed to like pink.
I became a freak, an outcast because I didn't.
They categorized me,
I became nothing more than a title, as did everyone else who walked through the door.
We live life and whether we like it or not,
When we see someone we mentally sort them and tell them who they are supposed to be.
And heaven forbid they don't fit where they should.
Because if they don't they suddenly, become nothing more than jagged puzzle pieces,
So jagged that they don't fit anywhere and shouldn't be allowed to.
Yet here I am, proud to be jagged, and proud to be wrong,
Proud to stand out.
My mom does more than worship her man,
Is she wrong?
My uncle is a police officer,
Does he brutalize?
My Aunt likes wine,
Is she a drunk?
And I don't like pink,
Am I a freak?
We go through life being told how to live.
Follow the trends,
Have the prettiest friends.
Don't talk about the things that you've battled,
And don't let them see you're rattled.
You need to wear this and eat that,
And did you see her god she's so fat!
Be more like her,
And fall in love with him.
Because if you don't your chances are slim.
If you're not like them you don't matter,
Because we have been stamped with our peers' opinions.
We've been told time and time again to reshape ourselves.
Too bad that our time has passed to change the world,
But have no fear for we still have time to change ourselves.
Be pretty,
Wear pink,
Like this dress,
Follow this sport,
Wear these shoes,
Live here,
Shop there,
And-
But what if I don't want to?
I am who I am and I'm happy this way!
Isn't that enough for you?
No, it can't be, because I don't have the right to be just me.
I don't have the power to decide!
She'll say be taller,
I'll have to.
He'll say be smaller,
I'll have to.
They'll say be quieter,
I will have to.
I will say be louder,
And I can't.
Because I am a freak.
Because I don't like pink.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
No animals were hurt
No cats or dogs, annoyed
No raccoons, rats, or squirrels
Lost jobs, or wound up, unemployed
No liberals, were **** hurt
not that I could ever see
but, that prolly doesn't mean
they'll not take that, liberty
No Republicans abused
no Democrats put out
but I'm sure, they are out there
I don't have any doubts
Yes, this is my disclaimer
I use it, when in need
to dissuade, sad retorts
the ******* clientèle, to feed
Please please, Oh please, understand
I don't wish to rile, or offend
I can only hope and pray
your asshole's, on the mend
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Don't be so bitter last love of mine
It wasn't a lie or a waste of time
You taught me much about who I am
And more about who I am not
I am no ***** no criminal, no thot
But I am worthy of love and lust and touch
You taught me to be gracious and grateful and kind
You taught me to love someone like me
That wasn't you now I can see
But it's not like it wasn't meant to be
So don't be bitter last love of mine
Time will mend you have her and I have wine
Speak ill as you will I can't stop what you do
But I have learnt to forgive
and so should you
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
You talking **** like I’m the one, who broke the truth,
You say I cheated when I loved you most,
I’m not the one, who lied during the good times,
How can you be mad when you broke me?
Honestly girl I tried to save us,
You sat their hoping id just shut up,
You didn’t like me but you’re mad about a kiss,
Get over yourself it was but bliss,
How can you be mad when u lied all this time?
I played a game and ruined my own life,
Don’t you understand you were my world?
Now you’re nothing **** shouldn’t be my queen,
You made our problems public,
You hurt me even more,
I’d love to say I hate you,
But I guess I still hurt more.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
*It's not the haze of the early morning
taking up your side of the bed
that tells me it's time to pretend
you weren't here again last night.
It's not the gaze of a silent songbird
peering at me through the window
that tells me it's time to act
like I don't know who you were.
It's not anything I can pinpoint
or explain, convey, or describe
that would let you know how much
I wish this wasn't so.*
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
Caution! She's not for you!
You're supposed to forget, right?
That's how it goes.
But then...
What if she hasn't forgotten?
She probably has.
Or at least she doesn't want to remember.
You'd tell yourself
Everyone has their time.
She definitely had yours.
Oh ah...
Brush your shoulders.
Shrug it off.
You're supposed to forget, right?
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 10:15 PM UTC
Hey girl
I know you don't care anymore
but
I'm still thinking of you
(and will be for a long time to come)
I'm sorry about that.
It's...hard
I guess it gets easier every day
or at least
it used to be like that
I don't know why you're still in my head.
I hope you're well
I wish I could hear your voice
at least once
I miss you so much
Again, sorry about that too.
Love you poupee
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 3:04 PM UTC
I know you don't miss me
but I wish you would kiss me
and hug me and haunt me
and tell me you want me
and make me feel the way you always did.
Your smile my sunshine
your laughter my shoreline
I wish you were here
'cause I miss you my dear
please make me feel the way you always did.
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
I guess there really is only
one way
to get over someone.
Or
Is it that there's only one way that you know of?
You take a little piece, you give a little piece, right?
So
Maybe it's not really a matter of
getting over it
but rather a matter of
deciding how big that little piece is going to be?
Is it more important that each piece fit?
Or is it more important that each piece be worth something?
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 11:08 AM UTC
There's nothing but just one day left.
By then I have to be over him.
I know that it makes no sense,
But nothing ever makes sense.
Maybe what I'm really longing for is someone who will do that.
Someone to make sense with,
Other than my best friend.
How do you get over someone in one day,
When you've had a senseless crush on them for a year?
There's not much attracting me to them,
There's just thoughts of my imagination and he's there to fill the place.
I can't keep doing this,
But I just can't stop.
Something not even a slap around the face could solve.
I may as well dive into ice cold water,
Knowing I have no towel.
That's what it's like falling for him.
However I managed to get myself into such a state,
That it's not even him I like anymore.
And I tried so hard to prevent this,
Yet I'm sure it's still happened.
I have one more day to convince myself it's not worth it.
That I already know.
I just can't control my thoughts,
And lately it's been making me feel so crazy on top of everything else.
I'm not sure what to do now,
But breathe,
Just breathe and hope for something.
So many things going on in my head.
Just forget these feelings.
What was never here needs to leave my mind.
I feel so stupid and I feel mental.
Is there anybody who knows the answer?
I've been searching and I can't find it anywhere.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
I will resent you
for the rest of my days,
even if they somehow
find a way to
intertwine with yours again.
I hate you for saving me.
For showing me how
heroic I could be
if I put my mind to it.
For teaching me to
let people in
and making me see
all the love I have to give them.
I'll always hate you for that.
It makes me sick
that I was sick before
and now that I've
regained my health,
I've spread the spores
to everyone else &
now they are infected.
For the record
you did not reject me,
I quarantined myself,
you're so very welcome.
I will resent you
for the rest of my days
for promising me the world
then leaving me to cope alone
with loss and
the paradox of better words.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
She spent all her time
Knitting with crimson wool
Because there was nothing more tragically
beautiful
Than unfurling grief
Into woven harmony.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Should be using this pilfered and minimal wifi
and, man, it seems that time does fly...
while I'm procrasti-time-wasting reading bad (well, most of it) poetry.
You see I'm used to feeling like I've missed the boat
and shown my hand and slit my own **** throat...
"It's his own fault."
How terrifying and amazing (faux)freedom is...
blood and water and choices.
Life is frosted and sort of sleeping
but not shivering
enduring.
It's too bad I identify with the grasshopper more than the ant.
I can't be bothered with preparation
because Right Now.
Right Now is full of hows and whys and whens
and so many that depend
upon shoulds and coulds and ifs
and I-need-to-make-a-lists.
It seems that I prefer the anxiety of what could be
to what is.
Control freak.
Sitting here, with my cold nose and sore bones
and more than my usual non-layer of clothes
with two very interesting up-past-their-bedtime individuals
there is no regret.
It is, and it isn't, over yet.
Supposing pity isn't the word choice,
how else would you say, "I feel for you,"
without that voice?
And even saying it is a choice I'd rather not make.
That's the thing about leaving the cage and toeing the line and finding the road...
there is no map.
You can either enjoy the journey
or feel like, "It's a trap."
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I know you aren't worth crying for but I just can’t help myself. The same way I can’t help but notice the ever changing colour of your eyes in the sunlight
I don’t know why I can’t get you out of my head but what I do know is that I deserve better and you, you are not better.
You are poison .
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC