If I can't be your Daughter,
then I won't be your son.
Forget the shame and
just move on.
The next time you won't see me
I'll be wearing a skirt
and not doing just to please you
would just hurt.
By letting you go there's
nothing I lose,
I care not what you think,
nor of your views.
You should've known anyway,
"A Mother knows" or so they say.
You've run out of time,
I won't wait anymore.
So go and tell that to
the other four.
In fact they too are to leave me alone,
don't knock on my door
and don't try to phone.
You've ignored me too long and
in that time I've grown.
In fact, you've taught me
how to live alone.
The Woman I am has no
Now walk straight through it,
I'm showing you the door.
Poetry by Kaydee.
As comfortable as it might make you.
I don't have bird flu, I'm not bi-polar,
and I don't have ebola.
I'm a transgender woman and
have been since 14.
When I'm alone
My mind drifts to you
The way you laugh
Your smile and the patch under your chin
The shape of your nose and your frizzy hair
The way you called me baby when you told me you don't love me
How you "just don't know anymore"
How you tried and gave up
When you told me how much you wanted me
How you've waited for me
How I've waited for you
that look you're giving me, i could tell what it is from a mile away.
You aren't mad, no. You're disappointed.
that look you're giving me, with your eyes darkened and the corners of your mouth twitching down.
You aren't sad, no. You're disappointed.
that look you're giving me, like i just stained your favorite sweater; the one that fits you just right.
You aren't remorseful, no. You're disappointed.
that feeling I get when you give me the look.
It's a punch in the gut.
A loss of trust.
A trembling, constant worry.
I'm not disappointed, No.
I'm the disappointment.
This is what I have observed.
This I have seen to be true -
You are not responsible
for their unhappiness,
nor for their disappointment.
These are their's.
These are from older seeds.
This is the greatest lesson.
The next is like it.
You cannot control
whether they are happy
whether they are content
with the answer.
So what can you do,
but what you know to be right,
what is said to be fair?
Do not test this
by their response.
This too is wisdom.
This too is a sadness.
Some folk will not be pacified. Some are intent on rage.
"Do not make friends with a hot-tempered person, do not associate with one easily angered,"
I think the world is ending
and I really wish I didn’t.
There’s a rat under the floorboards
and a knife inside the kitchen,
and in the alley by the bins
a man there ******.
The streets all smell of *****,
and ******* indecision
has us riddled
in the middle
of our end and our beginning.
In the town a politician
with a jet black tongue
licks the seal on our decisions
without every truly listening
well done, Britain x
for giving you space
makes me want
to give you
i’ll build you a
f*cking rocket ship
i’m not doing this for you
I stare at my blank notebook trying to put down the things my heart feels, only to realize I can't. This sadness,disappointment.. where and how do I begin?
My best moments were with you,always. How I wish we were there again. The flashbacks come and go like fireworks in the night. Ones when I was in your car looking up at the sky to look at birds. The one of us in the darkness of the night looking at the sea and stars...
To think I loved you for everything you were;for everything you are...
I became you in those days. I absorbed you like the rays from the sun. I lost myself to you,to be everything you needed. I was your shadow.
And like the shadow I stayed behind.
But seeing you slowly back away from me broke my heart to pieces. All the while I told myself I was okay, that I knew all along.
That it was too good to be true.
Frustrated I cursed at the wind and hoped that you somehow heard me. That you would feel what I feel. That you knew what true love looked like.
I see it clearly that you never deserved me.
Never loved me.
Never saw the real me.
You will NEVER see the adoration I had for you. And how I would've gave you the world on a platter in exchange for your sincerest love and affection.
And now you will not see nor hear from me again. Exactly like the way it was in the beginning.
he came like my
s e a s o n a l - d e p r e s s i o n
way too early
left hurricanes in my path
floods at my feet
let's do it again
where has all my motivation gone **** it
I wish I could’ve gave you more
But I’m that time I couldn’t
As my demons clawed at me
I couldn’t love you the way you deserved
I couldn’t give you what you needed
We should’ve just stayed friends after our first break
I’m sorry that my need for attention ruined us
I’m sorry I ruined this
And I know you don’t want to hear that
But it’s all I have left to say
God I’m too emotional and I hate myself. I kinda hope you see this but at the same time I’m scared that you’ll contact me. I’m proud of you still, I hope you’re doing better.
Another hanger in the basket
Another drop in the pail
Another day in this world
I've come to hate so well
We used to be so much more
Before this world stripped us bare.
We had morals and missions
Things to do and people to miss.
Heaven forbid we go against
The to-do list.
It’s kinda like a script.
Why did you have to make me hate myself for loving you?
Why do I have to live with the memories of you when all I want to do is forget?
Why did you have to destroy all I ever thought of you?
Why did you make me lose every hope in love?
Sometimes it's not the break up that destroys you but it's everything after that. Sometimes you don't know a person if you've never been in a difficult situation. And when you see the distance and cruelty you're just disappointed.
Written on August 21, 2019
You are now my history.
You made me smile.
You made me laugh.
I’m sorry to see you go.
I’m sorry we didn't have our moment.
I’m sorry we didn’t get the chance to try.
I want you to know that my feelings were confusing.
I want you to know I wasn’t really sure what they were.
I want you to know that they were there.
I hoped you would've told me you felt somewhat the same.
I hoped you would have stayed for longer.
I hoped that you had gotten closer.
That our conversations never ended.
I am not heartbroken.
I’m disappointed it didn't last long.
That the butterflies in my stomach didn’t continue to flutter.
I am happy I got the chance to meet you.
To experience your annoying sarcasm.
To get to know the soft side of you.
To get to be your friend.
But I’m not happy I couldn't be more.
The feelings we had for each other were there.
They were so radiant you could feel it through the phone.
I could feel your smile through the way you talked.
I’m sorry I’m your history and not your future.
When you need someone they should be there.
But through everything God, is our best source.
You laughed when I said that I was scared
You chuckled when I said you were my only hope
Now I'm writing on my own
There isn't much you can do
To save me because I'm gone
What did I do to deserve this?
The worst part
Is that the pain feels so good
I'm covered in blood
What did you do to make me who I am
Go back to the wasteland you came from
tired won’t justify this
my heart is hollow
i help my friends to be who they are
to feel good inside,
but i’m left with nothing
no thank you’s , no ‘are you okay’
and when they do ask is out of sympathy. they don’t really care
they just want to ask back because when you ask how are you to someone, don’t you feel like they have to say it back?
when my friends cry, i cry, when they fear, i fear and when they feel love, i feel love
but do they ever express gratitude?
they use me like a toy
once you’re happy you leave me behind
you don’t even bother to ask how i am.
the feeling of being disappointed is reaching every where within my body and i just want everything to stop
you might think i’m selfish. for wanting credit for your happiness
i just want to feel like i’m needed, appropriated, loved.
to feel like a friend and not just a paper you write your feelings on.
tired won’t justify this.
yea I don’t know.
Of political apologies.
It WAS meant to offend.
You chose the words carefully.
A dog's-whistle in your mouthpiece.
Your career is your priority.
You are a glorified carnival barker,
With a reputation as an intellect,
But many do detect ******* in your overblown prose
(except those who are equally verbose).
Will your papa be disappointed
If you are never to be anointed?
Your education makes being PM a career choice,
So power for it's own sake should really be a piece of cake.
So how about it, Boris?
Will we hear more Horace?
How much do you want it?
Enough to blow your own Trumpette?
I really wanted to rhyme Bannon and Cannon after the last line.