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 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
Nicole
I WISH
 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
Nicole
I want to feel, yet
I want to die..no
I just want to go back
  to an easier time.
When life made sense
When people were there
When you didn't have to worry
  if they even cared.
If not for now, then what?
If not here, where would I be?
If I'd changed my mind in the beginning
  I know this wouldn't be me.
She brings me back down when
She holds my hand in hers
She usually keeps these feelings
  from getting so much worse.
Home isn't where the heart is and
Home won't set me free
Home won't stop my aching chest
  or **** this insanity.
fun with structure but also this is really how I feel
 Sep 2014 Willow-Anne
ephemeral
i.
You are so beautiful.
I was always so jealous of you
Because in my eyes,
You were the definition of perfection
You were everything
I ever wanted to be.
ii.
You managed to break me completely.
I was so whole before you
I loved and trusted freely
Without putting up any guards
And after you managed to rip apart
Every last shred of my happiness
And darkened the light in my eyes
I have never been able
To trust fully again.
iii.
I loved you.
I loved you so ******* much
You were my best friend
God, of course I loved you
How could I not?
iv.
You hurt me so much.
As if it wasn't enough
That you broke my heart
You broke my self-esteem as well
And now, most of my demons
Have the sound of your voice
So although we haven't spoken since
I sent you that birthday text,
I see you almost everywhere I go.
v.
I miss you.
Actually, I don't.
I don't miss
How ****** you made me feel or
Our arguments at 1 am or
How you would ignore me
For days and weeks on end or
The times you called me a *****.
I don't miss any of that.
I do miss who you used to be,
Before the voices took over your mind
When we would dance in the rain
And I would hold you as you cried
And we had midnight chats
About anything and everything
When your sisters were like mine
And my house was like yours
I miss who I was
Before you ruined me.
vi.
And even after all that,
I still love you.
I hope you know that.
I hope your arms are no longer
A criss-cross of scars and lines
And you've started to love yourself.
vii.
And as I sit here
With my mind full of you
I hope that some days,
You sit down and your mind
Is full of me, too.
This is everything I should've told my old best friend, and didn't.
I am not 2 worried about my numbers on this site, after all I don't enjoy math.
I much prefer people and poetry, than numbers and math.
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