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Do you remember the day we bought our beers, packed our bags and made our own party on the hill beside our building? It was just you and me and the sun. We were celebrating the first warm day of spring, but you still insisted on stouts, and they quickly lost their cool in the sunlight but I didn't mind. I brought my camera and photographed the wind curling through that blue and green sundress you loved, and you danced as if you were a leaf in autumn.

Until you spilled your beer, to which I reacted only with regrettable anger. You stopped dancing.

That lead us inside, away from the sunlight, to end the memory. You never wore that sundress again, and didn't enjoy those stouts the same way. We never celebrated another change of season, and I never again photographed you in the wind.
I'm a photographer, and I can totally picture you and I together.

If I were a stop light, I'd turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.

I thought happiness started with an H. Why does mine start with U?

Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.

Do you have a map? I'm getting lost in your eyes.

Do you live in a corn field, cause I'm stalking you. (so creepy lol)

Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got fine written all over you.

You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

Can I have directions? [To where?] To your heart.

I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by YOU.

I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I'm going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.

Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?

You look so familiar… didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry.

If you are a steak, I'd say you are well done.

Can I have a picture of you? So I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.

There must be something wrong with my eyes. I can’t seem to take them off of you.
>~< I love pick up lines lol

love like woe
by the ready set
You will never ever find out
I wore long sleeves
For a while
For a reason
A very twisted
And ****** reason

You will never find out
That I starved myself
For 5 years
Because I
Was never enough
For myself

You will never find out
I tried to **** myself
At the age of 11

Because
Girls
Can be mean and
Bullying
Eventually
Gets the better of you
And when they hate you
Pretty soon
You hate yourself too


You will never find out
I wore black
For a long time
To reflect my inner depression
But I was depressed
Long before that
For years


You will never find out
I may or may not
Have dysmorphia
I really don't think so
But my mother gets more
And more worried
Everyday
When I mutter to myself
Just out of habit
How hideous and worthless I am
When I turn out the lights
In the bathroom
When I am not wearing make up
So I do not burst into tears
Because of the shame I feel
Of my ugly, ugly face
But it's real
The mirror shows me the truth
A disease of the mind
Is not distorting
My vision
Of myself

You will never find out
How broken I was
For a very long time

And I am glad
Because you couldn't have handled it anyway.
He believed me when I said I was fine. *******.
Things I am so glad I never told the **** I liked so much for a while.
Wake up numb. Put on

Your best outfit. Skip breakfast.

Go to school. Walk on

Through the hallway, fast.

Don't text him first.

Try to concentrate in class.



Walk through the hall. See

him. Avoid eye contact.

Walk faster. Try not to flee.

Smile and don't overeact.

Don't text him first.

Go home. Write three



Texts for him. Never send

them. Ignore hole

in chest. Lay in bed condemned

to feeling heartache. Attempt damage control.

Don't text him first.

Cry without end.



Take nap. Wake up for dinner.

Push around food. Hear phone ring.

Get excited. It's not him. Have inner

struggle. Ignore friend. Feel a sting.

Don't text him first.

Leave rest of your dinner.



Go to room. Spend night

on computer. Listen to sad love

songs. Watch mindless tv. Fight

with yourself. Win, kind of.

Don't text him first.

Turn off the light.



Stay awake. Finally

cry. Live the rejection again.

Feel eyes blink heavily.

Crawl into the familiar domain.

Don't text him first.

Fall asleep numbly.
Playing guitar late saturday night because he's half way around the world
Watching movies early in the morning so I can be alone
Memories that make me cry
Poetry and music
My favorite bands

Write what makes you happy #happychallenge
Janick
~
play with my hair
not my heart
my heart bleeds muddy water.
"Don't ever trip
on something behind you"
Asked the bartender the other night for one piece of life advice. This is what he said.
you always
tell me
to let go
of the past,
but what you
do not realize
is that
i already have;
i am just
waiting
for it
to let go
of me
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