Just like glass
Every time we break
I'm left to pick up the pieces
Every time I share my joy
You say I'm acting like a child
When I share my troubles
You say I'm being ungrateful
I do something wrong
And you raise your voice
I do something nice
And it goes by ignored
Now I lie here
In a pool of my own blood
Will this go unnoticed too?
Will you finally see my pain?
But don't you worry amor
A place far from you
Is a place where I can finally be at peace
You ask me why I stopped talking to you
You ask me what's wrong
How do you not realize
I can't do this with you
You're not for me
We're so alike
And yet so different, don't you think?
You would never leave to start an adventure in a new city with just your backpack on your shoulders
But I would.
You think dancing together at a party is embarrassing
But I've been dying to do that.
You think museums are boring
But I could spend hours getting lost in it.
You don't like meeting new people
But I find it fascinating.
And I need to be with someone,
Who gets me,
Who wants to do things I love,
Who laughs at my stupidest jokes,
Who I can spend hours with and it feels like minutes.
I'm sorry but I have to let you go
It's not you
It was never you.
I am sorry that
someone you loved made you think
it's so hard to love
I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been wanting to ask you
From the day that I met you
We talked and talked
Spoke about jobs
Talked about school
We spoke with each other
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking
You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?
Those words you say
Gives temporary happiness
But your actions
Make me hate love
this has been in my drafts for way too long and I thought I'd share it with the world
I can't remember anything, my memories don’t make sense.
My mind is crowded with no space for another tenant.
Unarranged thoughts take most of the space
Random sounds, noises, images, and videos keep playing
And I have no control over them
My dreams are trying to speak to me
But I hate them
Waking up feeling anxious
While the sun shines too bright in my room
The late summer heat starting to fill the space
Everything seems too bright
Like I'm not meant to be here right now
Maybe it's not my life, this one
But death doesn’t seem like a peaceful place either
It seems cold and dark and monstrous
But is anything more monstrous than the life we’re living in?
I can't remember