#immature
listen,
i get it,
life is hard.
it's stressful.
i know.
i really do.
but you have to stop running when it's
"too hard"
you have to learn to mature up
and fix it.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:22 PM UTC
You made me
Put my heart away
I put it on the shelf
It kept wanting to jump back in
But you told it to stop
Hope and pray
You meant
Wait...
Not yet
But
Soon
Jun 19, 2024
Jun 19, 2024 at 1:17 PM UTC
He's gone.
And that kinda *****
He wasn't who I thought he was. He was more capable of anger and ruthlessness than I imagined. Saying things that tear out the most vulnerable parts and stab them to bits.
He was more childish than I thought he'd be for his age. He spends recklessly, doesn't have handsoap in his bathroom, and watches TV from a desk chair.
He was flaky and shady. Giving little information and being dodgy about his phone and whereabouts. He consistently cancelled plans and left me in the lurch.
He was never going to think about someone else for a change or be truly and deeply mindful of his significant other.
He had a sharp tongue and a hard head. If I didn't select every word carefully, he would snap and say horrible things.
He didn't let her go. As much as he would deny it, Priya still has a hold on him. He can't let her go. He would say terrible things about her and then also say I was like her. He would delete her messages and lie about her texting him. He carried through the trauma and treated me like her. He wanted a relationship to just pick up where that one left off and not put the effort into 'dating'. I was a continuation of his previous relationship - all the history but only the good person.
He was boastful and also self-deprecating.
He drank too much and smoked too much.
He didn't follow through on things he said he would do.
He love bombed me and then pulled away to where I felt empty.
He's gone.
And that kinda *****
And I'm sad that I still miss him.
-t.s.
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
I do not go through life fearless, nor do I wait until I've conquered fear
Everything I do I do despite fear, fight through every tear, must be better than the prior year
I'm sure there's a word for exactly that, that's a fact, but I call it living
Acknowledge when I fall flat, remember there's no safety mat and I must never go back to the beginning
That's who I want to be, that's what I want to say
But that is not the me I wake up with everyday
I'm unsure,
Insecure,
Immature,
With a bit of a temper
I could go on and on, stop me when it starts to sound familiar...
©2023
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 8:48 PM UTC
No-one tells you how big a wall
there is to climb
To demolish
the rotting family home,
Where they fearfully remain.
To them you are the wolf.
Always.
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 7:49 PM UTC
juvenile
with your harsh profanities
and gritty teeth
grabbing ahold of me
puncturing my flesh
i want to be more like God
and i’m trying so hard
i read inspirational poetry books in the mirror
and around you,
i smile in fear
do things rehearsed and pre-planned and you don’t even notice
because the main focus
is you
façade strong
happy blushing faces all day long
that’s not who i am
and you’re the one who should know me best
but you don’t.
and i don’t understand how you plan
to take me down to the pits of the earth’s core
because i want to be more
like who i adore
and that’s just not you.
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 4:26 PM UTC
I'm grateful for my mind
But most of the time I wish I could think like everyone else
Not having to always feel the need to be more mature
or look at the bright side of things
Everyone tells me I'm "mature for my age"
So I keep exhausting myself
Wishing I could cut the rope to the tug of war competition in my head
The back and forth of wanting to wallow with the moon but knowing that sunshine will wash away the worry
I want to live without being concerned about what my future self will think of me
I want to be a selfish ignorant teen
But I care too much about how I am perceived to others
And I need adult validation to function
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 10:03 PM UTC
Big dummy, you caught
Run around town like a little thot
Think you know better, but you “no” not
Always out trying to shoot your shot
Scheming on girls like wild thoughts
Giving out handouts, handouts
Numbers so high like your body count
Name everywhere, you can yell it out
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
crashing
when you're gone
i can't land alright
nothing holding me back
gravity pushes me in agreeance
good riddance
i was never apart of the blueprint
there wasn't a plan
space out and decide to implode
your immaturity exceeds normalcy
crushed
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 8:13 PM UTC
i could pour my heart out to you
but what would it do,
knowing how callous everyone is
i could tell you how i linger on each word you say
or staring too long because i love seeing you
but what would it do
letting you know that when we speak
i get butterflies
and my nerves are overworked
but what would it do
to know how i really think of you
when you don't care to ask
what's the point
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 11:39 PM UTC
What the hell does that mean?
When does someone become an adult?
When they turn 18? 21?
Or does age even matter?
Maybe it’s more about what someone does.
How much someone accomplishes.
What makes someone an adult?
Driving?
Moving out of your parents house?
Getting an education?
Losing their virginity?
Having a full time job?
Making money?
Marriage? Children?
What if I haven’t accomplished any of these?
What does that make me?
All I know is that I’m 25
and still feel like a ******* child.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
It was true that I once loved you.
A very naive love, unconscious and immature.
You. Queen of hearts, the desired one.
Forgive me if I loved you like an object, but an object is how I felt like.
Your fiery words pleased my passive attitude.
I did and I will do everything to follow love.
Not like past times.
Nevermore.
Now you are a dried rose.
A poem with no author.
A love without a reason.
You have never been a main character in this theatre.
It's only about me.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Is this a question worthy of an answer?
I'm sure the sane answer is "no."
Is there poetry in farting into a milk crate?
Maybe not, but I'd very much like to think so.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
Chess? Monopoly? Uno?
What kind of game am I to you?
The instructions, you do not know.
Yet you enjoy doing what you do.
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
I have lost the hold of me
Wanna shout so so so high...
It's been really long when I heard my voice
Now it feels so chocked...
Wanna cuddle coz I hate this feeling
Not able to make out or in...
Hope I get out of this mess quick
Cause it ****
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
I bleed on people who didn’t cut me,
Cause my mind takes everything so personal
It is so immature,
I have to learn how to surrender
I am tired of trying to understand the unknown,
Someday I’ll find my heart
And peace will be my best friend!
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
Highpitch tone
Over tan
Acne scars
Not a man
Chicken legs
All alone
Zero muscle
Only bone
Fragile heart
Selfish mind
Independent
Never kind
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
We are done.
I will no longer sit idle.
I will not wait for my friends to get hurt.
It is long past due,
we will not tolerate it any longer.
Do not make up excuses,
listen to what your friends tell you,
do not give the benefit of the doubt;
they do not deserve it.
If they make you feel
unloved, belittled, ignored, hurt, unsafe,
come to me.
If they call you names
***** ***** disposable, immature, a child,
come to me.
Tell, if you wish, all of how they have done you wrong.
Tell me, and I will tell you.
Dump Them.
Gone is the time of "It's none of my business"
Gone is the time of "It's not your relationship"
Gone is the time of "No one asked for your opinion"
That is my friend,
and I will no longer sit and let my friends be hurt.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Children are...
rather innocent creatures
Or at least,
I,
in my protected, childhood of fairy tales
Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs
Was
My third grade diary when asked to name something precious
-Family
Unlike toys unbreaking
Keeps you happy and safe
Rather,
precocious I was at that
but still too much
-Naive
As I still am,
of course
See, the thing about adolescence
Is
Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out
The time when we
Think
We're out of the Naive
Quite dangerous, really
Since, we're really Not
A whole butload of
"adult"
stuff I'll probably
Be subject to and
May have been earlier if not for
My reclusive tenancies
and lazy ways
and protected life
I say it,
In a careless manner
Trying to look cool, even in poetry
But, like, it's going to happen
I'm going to come face
to face
Have to make
a choice
And it's nothing to be intimidated about
I tell myself
Still,
Truly a question
to consider,
I'm assuming,
one day I'll mature
And when that day comes...
Will I still be the little girl
With the two bouncing pigtails
Scrunched up face
Pencil too tight grip
Recreating
Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair
My nth drawing of a girl?
Mind uncluttered
with what could be
what should be
what would be
Only, what is
And what I want
Hmm...
But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by
and it's well past time for me to go to bed
Another year, past
More time gone by
More memories to reminisce about
But...
Also more to look forward to
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
i isolate myself in my room and keep the lights turned low
the love i create within myself dissipates every time i breathe
you are only a figment of my imagination
my mind is the only solace even though she screams at me
i fall in love in seconds but i don't know what love is
the little girl i am knows nothing of this world
i can't live on my own
independence has never been taught to me
the only way i can stabilize is if i drown myself in concrete
who i am is not known
and who i am not is alone
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Clear days feels so good and free.
So light as a feather can be.
Seeing flowers, river, trees and birds
Watching plays, music, singing a verse!
Another day with bright sunlight.
Everyone woke up, dealing with their personal fights.
Concreted world, grey and white.
Darkness everyhwere, whether it's a day or a night.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
I think
When he leaves
My self-care will make me un.stoppable.
I think
When he leaves
I will fill my OWN needs.
I am here for me.
I think
When he leaves
I don’t want to hear anymore
Bike
Lingo
For a while.
I don’t want to hear
Every
Detail
Of montreal
Of literally anything anyone says /ever/
Compared to ~new orleans~
To
‘One of [his] friends’
Who has the sweetest gig
Life
Hobby.
I think when he leaves
I will still love him
The way I love beautiful people
Even if his ignorance..
Immaturity?
Self-interest?
Makes his language
Attitude
Reactions
T o x i c to me.
I put so much
Into my contentedness
With life
My life
And i need to be recognized for these efforts
I need to be SEEN
To be HEARD
To be respected for the depth of my being and not my #skillz on a skateboard
Or my patience for bike #factz and stories.
******* respect me with tenderness or I am
Out
The
Door
No matter how perfect I thought you were.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
If I die, don't miss me
cuz you didn't care to feed me when
I cried the whole night on an empty
stomach; because of you.
If I die, don't miss me
cuz when you had me, it was more
of a deal where you loved me
(in my eyes) only when I loved your life.
If I die, don't miss me
cuz conditions when unmet; the ones
you had for us; forced you to "unmeet" me.
If I die, don't miss me
cuz I could never become your
partner you needed and wanted
but one who was just an emotional entertainment.
If I die, don't miss me
cuz you often left me alone in
dark nights and gloomy days to
cry my heart out missing you.
If I die, don't miss me
cuz may be we never fell in love
and mostly, don't miss me
cuz you don't, when you
have me now.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC