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Delaney Aug 2012
The time has come,
To face my past.
The people I shared my life with,
are no more than faces.
Places that used to be my home,
are now unknown to me.
This life is a thing I don't recognize,
Have they changed, or have I?
Delaney Feb 2015
Nothing changes
You have accomplished nothing
You are nothing

Thoughts settling deep inside me
In the pit of my stomach
I can throw them up again tomorrow
But the words come back

Try to shift focus
Ignore the painful pull
Forget the words devouring your sanity
A sharp sting at your wrists
Quick relief
Until the illness drowns you

No escape.
Can't breathe.
my writing is rusty but im trying
Delaney May 2012
There is a morgue in my bedroom.
Past all the happy memories,
Hidden in my closet,
The dead lie, waiting.

It contains deceased memories, relationships
Expired love.
In the form of stuffed animals, cards, notes, pictures
I hide my grief.

Some may call it a cemetery, but it is not.
It is not a resting place for the dead,
but a place for restless memories to skulk.
A haunting ground.
Delaney Jul 2019
A warm summer day
Me, in a blue denim dress
Counting your eyelashes
Soft touches
Lips grazing
A whispered declaration
One single moment,
expanded into our personal eternity
and Me.
sorry i basically disappeared off the face of the earth
Delaney Oct 2016
I kissed your lips and I tasted his smile
Caught between morality and a lack of basic human functionality
But when it's just you and me
alone in a sea of blankets and whispers that graze my lips
warm promises that wrap themselves around me
until there is no room for thought
Lost in your arms, I feel my self-restraint leaving my body
I can't even begin to retrieve it.
this is an old one i never put up but stumbled upon today and still like it so i thought why not
Delaney Apr 2014
I feel empty.
Sometimes it feels like an improvement
better than the pain
it's deceiving in that way.
Because what is the point of it all
if I feel nothing?

Pain is better.
Pain is something.
Pain means I'm still living.
I want to feel.

So I dig
deeper and deeper
but I find no secrets hidden within my flesh.

But for a second
before the pain fades away
I can pretend.
Delaney Apr 2014
special skills? well, i
write depressing poetry
late at night, sometimes.
because i'm bad at things
Delaney Jun 2012
An arbitrary
term, that's what a "best friend" is
The words mean nothing.
Delaney Jun 2012
Devoid of feeling
I'm lost inside of myself
A wandering soul.
Delaney Sep 2013
I remember when we were children
And they told us
You can do anything!
Dream big!
And the kids would speak of
and for me,

I remember when they told me to follow my dreams
And the world seemed limitless
They say that coming down to "reality"
is a part of growing up
Did we grow up and out of our dreams,
or did they force their "reality" onto us?
Delaney Aug 2013
Sometimes it feels like
I'm on vacation and soon
I'll wake up at home.
Delaney Sep 2012
The shadow hangs behind me
Stalks me, skulks around me in the brilliant sunlight.
Not even attempting to hide from me.
It's always hanging around, pressed to the sidewalk.
I become accustomed to its constant presence,
Forgetting that it still lingers at my feet.
But when it makes itself known to me again,
I freeze.
The knowledge that he is always there,
Fills me with dread.
Delaney Aug 2012
All the nights of my life
Blend together to form one time.
The same routine,
Constantly repeating.

Until you came along.
Then everything was different.
Each night was special, unique.
The stars smiled at me from my window,
The night sky blessed me with thoughts of you.
Even the moon put on its best dress
For us.

Until you left.
It all evaporated.
The nights mashed back together
Into one sloppy portrait
With so many missing pieces.
Delaney Feb 2012
And here I sit,
Broken and Bitter
Cursing the world
I used to love.
Delaney Apr 2012
Do you ever wish you could just fly away?
I get that feeling every day.
The darkness overcomes me, traps me inside
I struggle and run, but from my thoughts I cannot hide.
This monster keeps me trapped, seperated from the world
Inside a prison I have been hurled.
But there is no escape from this overwhelming pain
It's all my own fault, all in my brain.
Delaney Jan 2012
My life finally seems to be reaching equilibrium.
All the forces on me are slowly decreasing,
And I hope that soon
They will be zero.
My friends help to lessen the force
They are the ropes, always pulling
Helping me lift the heavy weight on my shoulders.
I keep my velocity constant
Careful to keep going in the right direction
And not to move too fast
Or else the weight may come crashing down.
Most importantly,
I never forget that in finding the answer
I must consider all the components.
All the little factors in my life,
That lead me to the right decision.
Delaney Jan 2012
I must escape the
darkness before it swallows
my body and soul.
Delaney Jan 2012
His eyes are beautiful
Always twinkling,
like stars in the night sky.
I loved the way
He shared his whole heart in those eyes.

They're the color of warm chocolate
I will never forget
The soul in those eyes
When he said he loved me
Or exactly how it looked
The day the light in those eyes died out.
Delaney Dec 2012
He calls me a *****.
Gotta love being at home.
It's where the heart is.
Delaney Jan 2012
I miss you
Every day
I try so hard to forget you
But my feelings won't go away.

Why is it so hard
To move on with my life?
I say I'm just fine
But every moment without you
Causes me strife.

Maybe I'm not good enough
To deserve your love
But it's all I truly want
We fit together perfectly
Hand into glove.

As I sit alone on this day
My thoughts remain with you
You can have them all
And my heart too.
Delaney Oct 2012
It's been so long since I was broken
I had nearly forgotten what being a useless ******* feels like.
Thanks for the reminder.
Delaney Oct 2014
I cut myself up
many ragged pieces hit the floor
torn and frayed beyond repair.
You hurry to stitch me back together
before I become unrecognizable
before the remaining scraps are too worn for recovery.
Reassembly is valiantly attempted
but the pieces don't fit
rips and tears that no longer form a whole.
You can't find me again.
Delaney Jul 2012
I don't regret you
All I want is peace of mind
And to move on, alone.
Delaney May 2012
I want you gone.
Removed from my heart,
Erased from my brain,
Eradicated from my skin.
As if you were never there,
Your fingertips never traced my lips,
And your words never wound their way into my memory.

If only I had known our love wasn't made to last,
I need never be ruled by the ghosts of my past.
Delaney Jan 2012
I regret the day
I looked into your eyes and
Said it was goodbye
Delaney Oct 2014
I fall asleep with
scars on my skin and worries
under my pillow
Delaney Jan 2012
The world is filled
With hate
With anger
With jealousy
that consumes the soul.
Creatures so hideous,
That we attempt to trap them inside.
But within,
There is a spark
of hope.
We must endure
And continue to feed the flame
Before it goes out
Delaney Jan 2012
When someone
comes into your life
And fills your dreary days
with joy
How do you let them go?

When they made you so happy
Every moment
Of every day.
You fell apart
And they pieced you back together
How do you forget that?

They gave your life meaning
You woke up every day
with a purpose
To love them.
You fell so hard,
and now they're gone.
How do you say that you miss them?
Delaney Jan 2014
Sometimes when I look at myself
all I can see is
I learned this from you.

You taught me that nothing I ever did was good enough
not for you
or anyone else
I would never be enough

Most importantly, you taught me what love is
That to love someone
I have to give away everything I am
my confidence
my body
my self-worth
until I am only an empty shell of a person
so they can hold power over me

when I can’t find these pieces of me
I can see your face
contorted with rage
insistent, pleading until I obey
smirking, condescending
I can hear your voice
you can’t wear that, you look like a ****
I’m the only one who really loves you
I did it for you, you owe me
I don’t owe you anything.

I taught myself how to love who I am
Reassembling all the pieces that you stole from me
took everything I had but
I am beautiful.
I am loveable.
I am worth something.
No one can ever change that.
Delaney Sep 2013
The physical act of putting pen to paper
is something that I try to avoid.
It makes my wrist hurt and
I collect a fine coating of graphite on my hand and
I'm bound to mess up at least once
And the eraser leaves those smudges
That make the perfectionist in me shriek with displeasure.

It's not until I force myself,
journal in hand,
To sit down and move the thoughts out of my head
That I remember why I love writing.
It takes this jumbled mess of
And turns them into something.
It turns me into something.
And it's worth all the
messy hands
sore wrists
and mistakes in the world.
Delaney Jan 2012
They're always yours to make
Should you make them by yourself?
Should I stand idly by,
as you make the wrong choice?
All that matters,
the only priority in my heart,
is You.

Don't forget,
That I was there when you fell
and needed help rising off the ground.
I was there
when your heart was broken.
And I was there
when you believed all hope to be lost.
I stood by your side every time,
And I always will.
Delaney May 2014
Life is dreadful but
who knows if death is any
more desirable.
Delaney Sep 2015
I still like you.
Rather, I still have feelings for you.
In a romantic way.
And I don't know why I'm saying this because it doesn't matter and it doesn't change anything.
And I know you don't feel that way about me anymore.
But it's the truth.
So i just thought you should know.

I talk about you way too much,
I often find myself with a big dumb grin on my face when I look at you.
I want to hold your hand and kiss your cheek.
When I see your smile the world stands still, and when you're in my arms I feel complete.
I find myself thinking about us living together, what our kids would be like.

Most of all, I want to spend every minute, every second with you.
I know I'll never find anyone else quite like you. You're so special to me.
I'm sorry. For everything.
I know this all doesn't matter,
I know that there's no chance to fix things.
But I still love you.
im sad
Delaney Aug 2012
Could you just jump back into my life?
The easy conversation, laughter, smiles
Dry up when you're gone.
My world is dim when you're not there.
Delaney Jun 2012
Tears roll down his face
They splatter on the ground
Just like his hopes,
for an "us"
Delaney Jan 2012
Letting go is not
forgetting what happened it
is moving past it.
Delaney Jan 2012
All this time I missed
Our talks about life, feelings
I missed my best friend.
Delaney Apr 2014
what i'd really like to do
is cut into my veins
to search for answers
about how to make my heart stop beating
how to stop feeling
how to find the courage
to end it all

for now
i settle for reality tv
and gorging myself on junk food
but the thoughts still linger
eating away at any sanity i have left
Delaney Jun 2014
I don't use beautiful, eloquent language
that softly tumbles from the mouth.
I don't write unique metaphors
that make the world seem profound and meaningful.
Life is short and simple
and that is how I write.
*disclaimer: not to say i never do these things, but generally speaking
Delaney Oct 2014
I miss you.
The urge to reach
across the void possesses me
I desperately want to
close the space I have created between us
pull you flush against my chest and
shake you until it sinks in
and you come to realize that

But a hypocrite I am not
So i retreat
back to my own side
and hope that my thoughts
will penetrate your doubt.
Thinking of you.
Delaney Jan 2012
I wish
I could wipe my mind
of him.
A blank slate
So I could start over new
with someone else.
And I try
to forget him
But I see his beautiful face
And it all comes rushing back.
How I gave him everything I had
And in return, I recieved only
a small piece of him.

I remember this
and the sadness is gone
with anger.
How dare he
Never give me all of his love,
Stab me in the heart
time and time again
And then just move on,
like I was nothing.
Just a cloud of dust
in his rearview mirror
as he drives away at top speed.

But in the end,
I am left alone.
Longing for a love
That never existed.
Delaney Sep 2012
I've learned to think you're not real.
It makes the situation easier,
It takes the edge off the pain.
Everything is clear cut
When the person who hurt you is a character.
When you created them only for a good story
That replays in your imagination.

But when they speak your name,
It occurs to me that you exist.
A person who walks these halls,
Just as I do.
A person capable of hurt and love.

And when the story is real,
My thoughts are that much more scattered.
Delaney May 2012
Some would say
Was the word people used
to describe us
And sometimes I couldn't help but to agree.

We were
Up and Down
Back and Forth
Round and Round
But I did not see it as
To me it was
It was
Delaney Jan 2013
He frightens me.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt true fear but
He really scares me.
Not him as an individual of course,
In a one-on-one battle of wits or physicality
I would come out on top.
I have the resources.
But I see how he rallies the others,
and that poses a threat to my control.

I like control.
Even more than that though
I crave it, need it.
I must have control over this hospital.
Most people have control over their own lives,
It keeps them sane.
Not me.
It was taken from me long ago.

His name was Paul.
My mom brought him home one night,
calling him my “new daddy”.
I was only eight years old,
Not old enough to know this was more of her crap.
I just trusted.

I figured it out
Soon after he started hitting me.
He wasn’t any sort of father,
But he had just as much control over me.

After that I just remember
an overwhelming feeling of helplessness.
Years passed,
more men came and went,
None of it mattered.
My life was no longer my own.
I would never control it again.

When I turned eighteen,
The best part of my life began.
I joined the army.
It changed everything.
I did not regain control of my life.
But I learned a way to cope.
To ease the helplessness.
I learned to take control
Of others.
It was enough
to at least keep me sane
for the remainder of my life.

And then I ended up here.
At this hospital.
An easy way of life,
Controlling the weak.
Society has already worn them down
I just need to keep them that way.
It keeps me as happy as I can ever be.
I won’t let him ruin it.
He will not take away
My last little bit of sanity.
I will have
Delaney Oct 2012
I'm in sync with you,
and you don't even recognize it.
Your foot taps out a rhythm on the floor,
little do you know there's a matching song in my head.
The smile etched on your face
is echoed on my lips.
Meeting you breath for breath,
inhale and exhale in time to yours.
Unconsciously, you form a connection with me
Your only tool being natural instinct.
I already feel you so close to me,
But when you say those words it makes it that much more real.
I know that you feel me too.
Delaney Jul 2012
I know
I'm not her.
I'm not your special girl
I'm just some girl
who used to be your world.
But please
Try not to forget me.
Delaney Jun 2014
I'm very tired
but my head is full of you
so sleep eludes me
Delaney Jun 2012
The hardest part of
being alone is learning
to love who you are.
Delaney Apr 2014
thin lips
fat cheeks
dull eyes
blotchy skin


and picking at the imperfections
only makes them more prominent
until they are all i can see
yeah there's no deeper meaning behind this really, it's just how i'm feeling
Delaney Apr 2012
My thoughtful being wonders, ponders still
stuck, darkness. Questions, why do I exist?
I'm monstrous, worthless, one pathetic mist
of human. Truly undeserving, nil.
Alone, left crying, why would someone drill
through my shield, deeper. People know the tryst
invented by by me, for me. My own wrist
conveys the story. People say I'm ill.

Yet, hiding inside darkness, I find light.
There's people loving me, relentless, my
fate still engraved upon their hearts. The pain
held always in abandoned souls isn't right.
I fight for family, friends, for being high
off love, I can continue staying sane.
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