#misused
Love.
How simple that word is except it has been misunderstood; illused,
Media portrays it everywehere.
So much so, it's shoved down our throats.
Some say love is forgive and forget; blood runs thicker.
But what about the one who manipulates, anillates, and isolates this thing.
This little thing called love.
L-O-V-E
it puts the L in "love me just as I am,"
the O in "Over and Over please forgive me,"
V in whispered in the "Very unpredictable challenges that come" and E.
E as in"Every day remind me with those sweet tender nothings. "
We wish for the old timey love but instead we now wish,
for the love where we grow old, and it doesn't matter what time makes us look like.
The love where we don't want to get the phone.
The love where we pursue through the tough times.
Where we don't give up after just one fight.
Or we misuse our words.
Kind of like the word love.
I've heard it gets misused a lot.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
she asked for
a birthday calendar
simplistic in design
quite endearing
nonetheless
to collate
each and every
important date
mark them down
in her neatest
clearest handwriting
she thought that
if she hung it
in pride of place
on the wall
by the kitchen door
her eye would
be drawn to it
each time
she left the room
she would not
forget to send
the appropriate message
of congratulations
and many happy returns
when needed
or expected;
yet although
the calendar may
coincidentally
be showing
the correct month
it has remained
on that page
untouched
ignored or
unheeded
for the past
eleven months
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 10:02 AM UTC
Withering kiss belittles fate
Sultry, affluent, perfection lost
a damnation of intent
skewed by empty plight
endearing atrophy weaves no ties
cut from the crowd
whispers seeking place in time
Wreaking havoc upon sullen breadth
dreams disguise desire
the facade awakens every day
the ghostly touch of weightless hands
deliverance, mourning truth
each dream ached by sunder of hope
remiss of such light, I become mired
such calmness and good comes of the night
by day, there resides no such kindness by my side
I await, forever..
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Just because she had eyes
Did not mean
She could see
What was right in front of her
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
We are all strings held together by a thumbtack
Placed there by a man just trying to get his hope in humanity back
We all connect to somewhere else that we don't want to be
Held in place by more tacks in the backs
Of greasy men and stepped on women and children
In this world tossed and forgotten in a rucksack
Thrown around amongst a gun, huncuffs, and a gum pack,
Extra...
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
Words from our mouths can be swords
from a sheathe.
An arrow on a bow.
A stone from a sling.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
I was never mad that you lied about the smallest of things.
The things that hurt the most when found that they were indeed true.
If anything you taught me that sometimes faith can easily be misplaced.
Over time it became hard to look in your eyes,
A place I found myself disappearing to often.
Confusing truth for comfort,
Realizing that in a world of fabrication, The best truths are raw.
Often unclothed. A natural happening.
This is what lured me to your eyes.
Not once paying attention to what was going on around me,
Not until the last minute.
The things taken for granted.
The unease hesitation of hands. A certain anxiousness
That shook with the reach of your hand.
Slowly watching a different you appear.
No longer soft, genuine.
Left with the answer to why most facades exist.
A simple truth I myself overlooked in the way that I loved you.
Instead, taking gallons of lighter fluid.
Soaking every inch of myself then placing the box of matches in your hand.
Knowing the outcome. Knowing the difference between right and wrong.
But still having faith that you wouldn't do the things I knew you would.
This was the faith that I had that you were exactly who you said you were,
that you loved me the same exact way that I loved you.
Misconstruing the spark from the box of matches as the spark I seen when we first met.
Mistakes are not uncommon, in most cases it's what's done after that really matters.
Despite the sudden jitters that overwhelmed you, I provided my arms as a place of shelter.
A place that without question, you'd know without a shadow of a doubt would always have comfort.
Never truly realizing that most things of that nature are treated as one sided.
A incomplete truth, selfish in the same nature.
No matter what superficial truth I saw you wrap yourself in to grant ease of comfort.
I was never mad at you,
How could I be mad at you for being who you were all along.
Learning a fraction, as to why wolves often choose sheep's clothing
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
I cant drown my demons because they swim. Diving into my every thought creeping into my mind.
Plunging and destroying all the hope
from my fragile heart.
They seep into my soul making it cold, dry, and now withdrawn...
Withdrawn from the outside world shutting everyone out my demons come out from dawn to dark.
These demons causing all these emotional scars and they left a mark. These demons constantly putting me through pain now I'm a recluse that has been misused and abused.
So, I'll be dammed if I let anyone in. These demons forbid my mind from being happy and I shall not dare challenge it because these demons still swimming are
already killing me
Torturing my everlasting existence
When will it ever end?
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
i said "i love you"
but you keep twisting my words
plunging them until they have no meaning
im depressed, misused, abused, and above all tired.
god i wish i was dreaming
No matter how loud i scream it
"I LOVE YOU" you cant seem to grasp the passion behind it. ******** me over constantly
Now im sitting on floors staring at pill bottles imagining the possibilities and your the reason for this ****
Will you be the death of me or my only way of tranquility?
Will you love me like you should or still have me wondering "what would"?
I said "I love you."
3 powerful words you'll always pretend not to hear.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
i remember there was i time where i ment nothing,
just like the people that saw me bluffing
nothing mattered
nothing would change
everything seemed usless in my ****** up brain
then finally life took a turn for the better
and i was always the one in the center
i was loved
and people cared
but then i fell back down the stairs
again i was the one that no one could see
the person that im really ment to be, everything lost
my cards on the floor
no one to notice if i walk out the door
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
With 8 billion people in the world,
You'd think it would be
Impossible to feel so isolated.
So tough to explain,
I'm frustrated,
This is complicated,
I feel like my soul has been obliterated,
Mutilated, and violated.
I can't think straight,
And no, I'm not gay,
Just a little confused
Feeling battered and abused,
My heart's been misused
And I have been accused
Of using others, when I'm the one being used.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC