#irresponsible
Anything I did to you is less than you deserved
When I said I hated you, I meant every word
your lying & cheating didn't break me down
You can do what you want, I won't be around
You can let your girlfriend take care of you
I am sure you will tell her what to do
You two can run off in the sunset today
Don't let the door hit your *** on the way
You are Mr.Irresponsible,is she aware?
That when she needs you, you won't be there?
That when she starts acting just like me,
that I wasn't the ***** you made out me to be
Goodluck, good riddance, you're not killing me,
I should thank her for setting me free
I hope you are happy now I am gone
she will go too & you'll be alone
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
I'm tired of being responsible.
I miss the days of my youth
It wasn't a shock when I didn't show up.
I was always moody, blue.
I miss spending the day in bed.
Reminiscing, crying, *******
Acting wild, getting myself
into trouble. Constantly running.
Midnight skinny dipping with men
whose mouths i'd never taste again.
nights with people whose names i had
to write down so i wouldn't forget.
it's not being an adult...
i'm fine being grown.
alcohol, drugs, ***
no one can tell me no
its the spontaneity i miss
the ability to freely
do things i shouldnt
innocent ignorant silly
i miss being wreckless
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
I use my illnesses as an excuse to not do what needs to be done, to not do what I want to be done.
Careless.
I spent hours and hours on a project I love, but will likely never finish.
Yearning.
I went the whole week without finishing a single assignment.
Negligent.
I leave my hundreds of abandoned projects by the wayside, despite wanting to work on them all.
Distracted.
I dream of creating so, so much, but don't ever commit to something because it's not instantly gratifying.
Idiotic.
I wrote a poem about how awful I am for friends and strangers alike to see and pity me over.
Egotistical.
I told my parents that I did homework when I just lazed around all week.
Liar.
I waste money on food when there's food in the house.
Lazy.
I woke myself up too late at night with this poem in mind.
Irresponsible.
I want to **** myself sometimes.
Selfish.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 12:59 AM UTC
I know what you think
But we will still drink
We're all cases for a shrink
But we will still drink
We'll be filthy, we'll stink
But we will still drink
In our ears, constant clink
But we will still drink
We can't dance to anything
But we will still drink
Feels like a cult, this our ring
But we will still drink
Our behaviour needs a swing
But we will still drink
Our songs make no ding
But we will still drink
It's fun like it's spring
But we will still drink
Can no longer tell any drink's distinctive sting
But we will still drink
The night has taken us under its wing
But we will still drink
We've had our necks on a string
But we will still drink
We miss half our lives in a blink
But we will still drink
[thanks, J.]
My pen's out of ink
**** it, the night isn't over
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
Don’t cross the yellow line
She says
I do just that
Look in ALL the mirrors before reversing
She rehashes
I glance at one
Put on a signal before you turn
She insists
I turn without a pause
Full stop at the stop sign
She stresses
I slow down a fraction
Be careful with right turns
She warns
I nearly crash a curb
What will it take you to ever heed me???!
She demands in hopelessness
A week later, there’s an accident on 74th street
She gets her answer.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Lips pursed
Blatant irritation
Eyes flickering, like little fireflies
Shining a spot light
On every little piece of dust
Remotely out of place
In my room
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
We dress in all black when we’re apart,
Two walking shadows trying to escape the dark.
You told me you wanted to feel something,
And you thought cutting yourself open would be a start.
You’re too young to feel this empty,
But what is one to feel without a heart.
Love never told us what to do, but your friends did.
All of the people who couldn’t keep a lover,
Seemed to give the only advice that you listened to.
I tried to bring you to your senses,
But your hearing and our vision seemed to fail.
I said that we should take a break,
And you just told me to go to hell.
I’ve burned to this very day,
My heart too heavy for any scale.
Our home became just another house,
One side of the closet cleaned out.
My patience and hair are running thin.
I just want to be back with you again.
I threw everything away that you left,
Except for our memories, and only the best.
The pills couldn’t rid my mind of you,
But you’re long gone,
And all you left me with was the song
That was your laughter
And the art
That was your smile.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
He looks at me with such love
I see my reflection and hate it
Too insecure to understand
But, regardless, I appreciate it
He kisses me passionately
And, believe me, I kiss him back
But he makes no sense to me
And I can never keep on track
I am told that in order to love
Anybody, yes, anyone at all
I must first learn to love
Myself and embrace my flaws
I cannot do that, so please tell me
Is L.O.V.E. really impossible?
I have experienced so many things
My heart is simply irresponsible
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
I'm having a hard time really
Put you in a situation that only you can move
Never minding the possibilities what people that surrounds us may think
After the quest i gave in. Looking forward to what you've done
I found nothing, nothing but self pity
So may I ask, who's irresponsible between us?
Me who always hide in the shadow of responsibility but works?
Or you who always took up the light but no words?
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
If the time machine wasn't just wishful thinking.
I would go back to our sweet beginnings,
Spending days where it felt so natural.
Days with no animosity, no anger, jealousy or regret.
No despair, like I feel through my entire being.
I hate having to know that you're cutting me with your oblivious facade, goes left unspoken.
I'm left grieving over something that would provide us both happiness that could very well be imperishable.
Like most who have been on earth as long as ourselves, they don't know patience.
As well as don't realize or acknowledge the benefits our
elders recognized and still treat as a virtue.
It devastates my internal spirit that my nearly all the appreciated times we share are when humans vulnerable.
We lie there together, both in our own bliss.
I gracefully touch my lips to your cheek.
When you utter a non-seductive sound, I hear the sincerity in your vocal cords as they flow into my ear and drift straight to my heart.
It is only then I begin to remember why I invest in this bank with no reciprocation.
I don't demand anything from your pockets, wardrobe or any material possession. I just desire the return of love and companionship. Your presence makes my heart feel whole again, and I shower you with love.
The affection I try to give to you is forced away with your inappropriate giggles or illusionist approach.
I didn't know becoming sincere with someone who has so much significance in my life would be worse than marrying a inattentive enchanter.
I've undergone heartbreak without closure. I perceived I was safe enough to open my welded vault of three years. All caused by 14 months of disregarded tender intellect that left this heart in fragments that would never be able to become what it once was. If ever a heart is shattered into pieces, it's impossible to bond the sentimental epicenter entirely back together.
Like a mirror that an infuriated queen breaks when it reveals to her, her true disposition.
I wish my mirror wouldn't be destroyed again, because each time someone's heart is treated like a football, some pieces are always left behind.
I don't need a breadcrumb trail of glass to my grave.
However, this is life, and we don't always get what is desired.
Those who came before will find themselves desiring what they gave away, and it will lead them only to my tomb that they all played a part in building.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
And I stood there
Surprised, at what he had just said.
He had failed to remember...
The Promise of fulfilling other promises.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
I'm a creature of habit, who lives to inhabit
His world around him, so I can live lavish
Forget my mistakes, they give me headaches
So I point my blame finger, whatever it takes
They won't get me, to admit bluntly
That I have made faults, lock them away in a vault
They just can't know, what i've been through though
What if they're like me, and judge insistently?
They won't understand, how it is in my land
I'm a creature of habit, looking for the right gadget
To show me the ways, of getting away
From the people that know, what it's like to grow
I'm a creature of habit, who sings a sad ballot
Of a lonely life, where strife comes at night.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC