"bitchiness" poems
I don't want
To break with you.
Can't we still be babies
In a tub,
Tattling to our mums;
Watching our worlds end,
And still falling asleep as friends?
I want to still be
The angle-face good one,
To your fantastically beautiful spiky one,
But you see, with age,
Comes bitchiness and a sense of
Self respect.
I never had that before
Around you.
Oh, I was your good little dolly,
Darling of your heart
But you like to beat that muscle well,
Don't you?
Much harder than necessary.
So why then
Do you think that
This constriction and skipping of a beating
Was a surprise attack of the heart?
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
if i fall in love with you,, your name will forever be embroidered in my mind like that time when you had your first kiss. with someone who wasn't me.
if i fall in love with you,, i will constantly feel the heat rising to my cheeks when i'm not even remotely close to you,, but when you glance in my direction. probably not even looking at me. like when its hot outside and you can feel your whole body getting warm.
if i fall in love with you,, you should feel like you won a prize. no,, a gold medal. because my ******* trust issues barely ever let me trust people meanwhile fall in love with them.
if i fall in love with you,, you should feel like you got the last pretzel at the pretzel stand. because i am someone who doesn't date. who doesn't fall in love. who doesn't like people.
if you fall in love with me,, i won't believe you. because my insecurities come into play. my trust issues come into play. i have so many ******* problems that i'll think that once you see behind the mask i put on,, on. a day to day basis you'll leave me. and i dont need to be left again.
if you fall in love with me. if i fall in love with you. do not use me. do not leave me with no reason behind it. please dont get offended by what i say,, 99.9 percent chance im kidding when i say it.
if you fall in love with me. if i fall i love with you. be loyal. be honest,, even if it hurts. be kind. show sympathy. be a nice person. deal with my sarcasm and bitchiness. deal with me.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
There is a bubble shooting out of my hand,
And it's made of plastic hurt and loathing,
And it's as see- through as I am,
And it grows and grows and covers you,
All of you, and your loudness, your rudeness, your obnoxiousness,
Your stinky cloud of perfume and ridiculous eyeliner,
And your burnt hair and bitchiness and stupidity,
And now you're inside of it,
And it's shrinking and shrinking and making you as small as you seem,
The size of your brain,
And you're tiny next to me.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
Im officially depressed
That's what the doctor said
And as I write this
I don't really try for it to be art
I just want someone to know
I feel alone
Nobofy is there and I wish somebody is
This depression
since iv known
Is as clear as anything ever had been
I can see the radical mood changes in myself
the bitchiness
Everything but as I see these things they dim out other yhings
Please this is me asking yiu to help
Its selfish needy and desperate but can someone please make this better
Its not like I did something
Or is it
But as I said
I want you
Whoever you are
To help me coz god knows for once in my forsaken life I deserve it
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
I am not a perfect daughter
I'm sure you agree
Your temper is hotter
I'm the reason frequently
Telling you it is only in your brain
You have a meltdown
Upset
Chalking worry up to being insane
Not what you deserve to get
Going to be an improved child
I'm completely grown
Easy to provoke and wild
Still the sweet baby you've always known
Now I am telling you I'm sorry
For excessive bitchiness and tears
Blaming you when it was me
Causing half the problems through the years
It is not easy to admit I'm wrong
Doesn't mean that you are right
It takes two to get along
Like it does to fight
It is going to take determination from both of us
It will be worth the patience to try
Maybe peace we longingly discuss
Will be reality for you and I
I cannot change this on my own
Wish you would meet me halfway
Once in awhile just leave it alone
On subjects you feel you must put in your say
You want what's best for me
Hurt because you care
One thing I've been itching to let free
"Thank you" for being there
Regardless of what flaws come between
Relationship has withstood them all
Though at times you can act mean
Petty quarrels usually stay small
So this is a token of my hidden gratitude
To show how you mean so much
Also an apology for being rude
Not keeping in proper touch
No matter how drastic our ups and downs
The thing that will not ever change
That you'll always be around
Arms open to me despite how strange
I often take that for granted
Focus on bad stuff you've done
Of all the occasions I've ranted
Not once did I mention the depth of your love
The countless sacrifices you willingly made
In order for me to do well
How my hair you'd affectionately braid
Somehow I left out of the stories I'd tell
So it is written (here in purple ink no less)
Save as proof of what's in my heart
Next time it will remind us when in distress
What is important when falling apart
Forgive me for pain I've inflicted
Lies and each mess my hand makes
Know my actions have left you afflicted
I swear I'll make up for all the mistakes
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
I have yet to find the kind of love that I’ve been searching for.
I’ve found someone who loved my sadness, someone who loved my bitchiness, and someone who loved my happiness…but I need to find someone who can love all of those things that compose me.
I need more than just one or the other.
I need full, accepting, gut-wrenchingly deep love,
that knocks me over and pounds me against the rocks like an ocean wave, before bringing me to rest on the soft, warm sand.
I need the kind of love that rages like a summer storm, with torrential rain, gutsy winds, and booming thunder, that ends in a rainbow.
I need the kind of love that takes my breath away.
But I don’t know if I’ll ever find it.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
These two aches of mine
Need not be felt
But dare to distort my vision
Removing all rationality
So I'm squirming in angst
And inane anger for even trivia
I'm boiling in bitterness
As they curdle pananoia
And brew me with tension
Tainting me with madness
My thoughts can't be trusted for now
And I've no time for trusting
So stay safely away
Or be wise to forget
To remember me today
Or for the next few
For these b*ggers haunt me
And steal sense and reason
Leaking all logic away
I'm punished by my own fertility
So try desperately to hold strength
And let it be known no offence meant
I but bleed bitchiness
But believe me it's not me
Excuse not made fairly
But these b*stards don't play fair
So know for now
I know I'm beyond difficult
And in temporary madness
But at least my womb works
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Dear, You,
This is my letter to you.
To tell you the truth about how I feel.
This isn't to make you change your mind,
Or make you anxious,
Or sad,
Or mad,
Or anywhere in-between.
It's simply how I feel.
When I met you, I didn't have any idea that you would rock my world the way you did/still do.
Actually, all I thought was that I couldn't take my eyes off you,
and that you were simply stunning.
You made me nervous.
I stumbled over my words, before I even knew if you were into girls or not.
All I know, is that I met you for a reason.
I instantly fell for you.
You never left my mind.
You were like that favorite song on the radio,
Or that first summer's breeze,
Or that first sip of a drink on a hot day,
Or that feeling when you change your sheets and you climb in them.
You were a song in my brain, a cool breeze on my face, refreshing, and comforting...
All these things which I love very much.
However, the song never stopped,
The breeze never ceased,
The drink was endless,
and the sheets are still comforting.
I still am so incredibly in love with you
And I don't think you understand that.
I knew from day one, the moment our hands touched that I would fall head over heels in love with you.
And that has not changed.
The song is still playing.
I still tap my foot to it.
I still sing along.
You are magnificent.
Beyond words.
Beyond compare.
And I know that you think I don't love every aspect of you,
But I most certainly do.
From you smiles,
To your cries,
To your anger and bitchiness,
To you screams in terror at night,
To your scars that I've kissed,
To your scars on your heart and mind that I wish I could erase.
It took me a while to learn your dark side,
But I'm patient,
And still learning.
However,
I love these things,
Because these things compose you.
And this you that I still love, one year after we broke up,
Is what makes me happy.
And I know we have been off and on due to your inner demons and confusion of what you want, and you being terrified of our rough past haunting our future,
But know this:
**I still love you as much the day I did when I held your hand two weeks after I met you.
I still love you as much as the day that I told you I would marry you one day.
I still love you as much as the day we broke up,
As much as when you came back all the times you did,
As much as I do right now.**
You terrify my soul.
But you are my soul.
And love can do anything, especially since we love each other, still.
I want to make this work, because I simply cannot live without you.
"if she doesn't scare you even just a little bit, she's not the one."
-Me
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC