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You were never mine
So why does it hurt so badly?

I still felt down when I spoke to you, but I liked talking to you because you understood because you think very similar to me

Feel like I found someone that understands my ****** upness & now you're just gone

I moved interstate because it was never gonna work out the way I wanted it to

It confuses me because we spoke more once I moved
Why didn't you make that much effort when we were both in the same state?

Why did you wanna see me one last time ?
Was it to **** with my head & heart?
If so, then mission accomplished & then some
And my entire body
Is overwhelmed
By pain
Depression

My heart
Brain
Wrists
All so ready to
Just
Give
Out
Again. **** it happened again. No one is answering my messages. Everything is pain.
You need not hide
behind your poetry
You need not resist
what you believe
Your words are there upon the page
The naïve are deceived
Your greatest fears define you,
your closed mind is never free..
Loop us through your poetic spells..
Infect us with your bigotry…
Traveler Tim

I’m called the traveler because I have been all over this world and back. People are good people every everywhere you go..
Today I woke up so depressed,                                                       ­                   so I took the day to rest                                                             ­                            I think it's time I hit reset                                                            ­                    change my whole mind set                                                              ­                   The sun came up anyway                                                           ­                            So I made some plans for the day                                                                         I needed to get up and get away                                                             ­keeping my demons at bay                                                              ­                        I decided to go for a walk                                                             ­                        It's time God and I had a talk                                                             ­            and just getting outside                                                          ­                      left me feeling alive inside                                                          Dear God,  thank you so much                                                             You  make me feel good enough                                                           ­                As  I stand in the sunlight                                                         ­                             I feel like I'm in your spotlight                                                        ­               You hear me every time I cry                                                              ­          you dry my tears now I know why                                                              ­      You  are the only person who                                                              ­           can make me feel  this brand new
I was faced with a choice when I met you                                                    you came in with an X and were someone new                                                              ­                                                              I was with a guy, but I wanted you                                                              ­ now I pay the price for breaking all the rules                                                     I broke the heart of a good man                                                              ­    didn't see him in my future plans                                                            ­      but **** ,the lessons I have learned                                                          ­   loving you was like being burned                                                           ­      I had never loved anyone before                                                           ­             gave you my all and so much more                                                                        I gave more than I could afford                                                           ­     until I finally shut that door                                                             ­                    I wonder who I could have been                                                             ­               I know now that we weren't meant                                                            ­        I worked so hard to be your number one                                             when I was already that to someone
And I'm cold in my bed
Tired
Pillow covered in tears because that's where they're used to falling
And I just want to be loved

And I know I am by my friends
And my family
But I want to be stuck in someone's head
And I want them to rub my arm and make me a little bit less cold
And maybe have my tears land on their shoulder instead

I want to be the poem and not the poet for once
Ice
Slices through heat 
Similar to sewing scissors on lace
Destabilising 
Equilibrium 
With a casual, cool, calm collectedness,
As if nothing could 
Pierce its particles;
Ruffle its feathers,
Unsync its code.
I dress pretty feminine I guess
I mean I think I do
But the thought of being called a them makes me smile too

I love dresses
They're comfortable
I feel confident
Or at least more than I do in sweatpants
But sometimes I hate the circular things on my chest
Part of me wishes they were something else
But I'm a girl
Yes yes
Probably

Yeah
I love putting eyeshadow on
The colors make me happy guess
But then again
Part of me really wants to cut my hair short
Have a deep voice
And when someone calls me a she
The tiniest part of me wishes I wouldn't be
Probably nothing right?

But I don't really know
I don't think I'm right there in the middle
That's for sure
After all I like skirts
But I also sit like a guy sometimes
And it feels good
It feels in between
But no no no
I'm probably not
This is probably nothing
Probably

Most of me loves my name
I mean I know it's pretty
It's a vine
It's beautiful
It's nature
I love nature
But it's so feminine
But I guess it's okay
It's probably okay
I think this is fine
Whatever
I'm probably overreacting anyway
I don't need this now too

I'm a girl
That's what I've always been
Probably
Probably
Probably
Never wrote any of these thoughts, ever. Always too scared that if I did they would become real. Never told anyone either. I don't know, but I'm THINKING just THINKING about experimenting with some really close friends calling me they/them but I'm mostly too scared so I'm probably not. After all this is probably nothing, right? Probably
There’s a monster living under my skin,
It hums lullabies in a voice like sin.
It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t roar.
It just waits... behind the door.

It’s soft-spoken, wears my smile,
Walks in my steps, stays awhile.
It knows the cracks behind my eyes,
Where all the dead dreams lie.

It isn’t sharp—it’s patient and slow,
It dances in places no one should go.
It sips on memories like bitter wine,
And chews on thoughts that once were mine.

It curls around my mother’s name,
And whispers that I’m just the same.
It counts the days I’ve held my breath,
Then offers comfort dressed like death.

People say, “You’re healing now,”
But they don’t see the sacred vow—
Me and it, we made a truce,
It feeds on pain—I stay the noose.

I try to scream, but it just grins,
Wearing my face like borrowed skin.
And every time I think I’m free,
It locks the door and swallows me.

You wouldn’t know it to look in my eyes—
But something in me never dies.
I laugh. I love. I play pretend...
But the monster’s always watching…
waiting…
for the end.
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