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Soph Haze Oct 2014
i haven’t written any good poetry in a long time
i’m not sure why but i think at first
it was because you made me so happy that
all my sadness was washed away
and i was feeling happiness for the first time
i didn’t know how to describe it
and then it was because
you lost interest in me
and i became sadder than i had ever been
every sadness i’d ever felt
all put together
either way i guess i just
have nothing left
to say
Soph Haze Jul 2014
You asked to hug my leg and then looked up at me and said “can I tell you something? I've always really wanted to tell you that… And I’m really really drunk so remember that but anyways I've always really wanted to tell you that I-” and then someone spilled their drink on you so you got distracted and forgot what you were saying.

I guess I’ll never know what you wanted to tell me when you were drunk.
Soph Haze Jul 2014
You wouldn't be my prom date because you’re “actually straight” and everything with me was “just a phase”, yet you made out with me on the dance floor in front of everyone and whispered in my ear “I wish I’d gone to prom with you”. And then we spent the whole night together, but only because you were drunk.
It’s funny how things work out for the gay girls in high school… I can still be your best friend though. I mean, it’s better than nothing.
Soph Haze Jul 2014
1) We celebrated my birthday with a bottle of *****. She kissed me in front of all her friends because she said she wanted to be my first. Intimacy had never seemed exciting before February 28th.

2) She got so drunk at that house party that when my friend suggested that we kiss, she went for it, even though she told me it was a one time thing. I hoped that maybe the first time wasn't a fluke, and perhaps she felt what was between us, too.

3) She pulled me in and we kissed on the dance floor at prom, even though there were other people around. That night made me feel alive, convincing me I could go anywhere with anyone. She made me feel that way.

Even though every kiss finished with a “this doesn't mean anything, okay?”, I can’t help but wonder; why did she always kiss me first?
Soph Haze Sep 2013
Am I breaking up, or do you hear what I'm trying to say?
The way I'll feel tomorrow, won't be how I felt yesterday
The emotions that I'm feeling, can't seem to fit my mouth
The words inside my head are not, those I'm screaming out
No matter how much I laugh, or fake those countless smiles
I still wish we weren't separated, by all those many miles

Time will change and rearrange, and we may not feel the same
Emotions between us may become strange, but we'll still have the summer
But the laughs and the tears and everything in between, will all have been worth it
When we can look back on that summer, in a ray of light

But summer is gone and so are you
So it's time to move on and for you, to take flight

Let go.
feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged.
Soph Haze May 2013
You make me nervous
It used to be a good type of nerves
but I'm not sure anymore
I feel like I don't know what to do with myself
When I'm around you
And even when I'm not
You always joke about my hands shaking
And I tell you they're always that way
But that's a lie
It's because of you

I keep track of how many times I text you first
and tell myself it's your turn this time
Wondering if you sit, hoping  I'll text you
or if you don't really care at all
Because I do

We never have classes together
because I take AP and you take applied
That never bothered me before because I think you're brilliant
But I'm starting to wish we did
Because the way my friends talk about you
doesn't line up with the way you are around me

According to them you're high everyday
You don't try in class
And frankly you're  kind of rude

But according to me you just have some problems
You always try your best
And you're a beautiful person

So I'd really like to know
Which one is the real you
Because I can't keep invested my time in a fantasy
I need to see the real girl
Not the one I wish you could be
Soph Haze May 2013
I don't call it feminism
I call self-respect
Why do I get a special title and looks on the street
for treating myself the way I want society to treat me?
Why am I being treated differently than a man would if he were to demand self-respect?
He gets called a boss
And I get called a *****

Misandry doesn't exist
That name suggests oppression
And if you think I can oppress you
the way you have oppressed me
You obviously don't understand anything about minority
Or equality
Or respect
For those who brought you into this world
And for those who are as much your equal
as any man

So call me a *****
Or call me a feminist
Call me a man hater
And call me a misandrist

At the end of the day it doesn't matter to me
It just means I respect women
more that you ever will
And if you think masochism will get you anywhere in life
Go ahead and try it
Disrespect will get you nowhere in my books
Except maybe an apartment in your mother's basement
And a collection of offensive ****
But at the end of the day

I'm the one that's getting laid.
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