"disobeyed" poems
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened
But then I see these people
Laughing and living
I disobeyed and felt
I was alive
But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just what has occurred
To them who disobeyed our word;
To those
We were the whirlpool, we were the reef,
We were the formal nightmare, grief
And the unlucky rose.
Climb up the crane, learn the sailor's words
When the ships from the islands laden with birds
Come in.
Tell your stories of fishing and other men's wives:
The expansive moments of constricted lives
In the lighted inn.
But do not imagine we do not know
Nor that what you hide with such care won't show
At a glance.
Nothing is done, nothing is said,
But don't make the mistake of believing us dead:
I shouldn't dance.
We're afraid in that case you'll have a fall.
We've been watching you over the garden wall
For hours.
The sky is darkening like a stain,
Something is going to fall like rain
And it won't be flowers.
When the green field comes off like a lid
Revealing what was much better hid:
Unpleasant.
And look, behind you without a sound
The woods have come up and are standing round
In deadly crescent.
The bolt is sliding in its groove,
Outside the window is the black removers' van.
And now with sudden swift emergence
Come the woman in dark glasses and humpbacked surgeons
And the scissors man.
This might happen any day
So be careful what you say
Or do.
Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock,
Trim the garden, wind the clock,
Remember the Two.
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Heroes
They call you,*
Heroes.*
There's just something-
Something about that
Word.
~
I’ve got this special
Kind of magic,
And wouldn’t it be
Just awesome,
If I could be one-
A Hero-
Too?
~
I did my best.
And I defied you.
Disobeyed you.
I’m sorry
(but it was worth it).
I’m sorry.
~
I don’t want to leave.
I’m not ready to go
I don’t want to go.
Please.
Hold on.
Hold on for me.
Please don’t let me go.
~
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
C'mon out to the rattled caves
the deep-sea malaise
rested in the grey metamorphs
of an ancient coastal chain
Where Sisyphean slips of tectonic rifts
pull the molding clay
like play-dough
and old rock that turns anew
churned into
great catacomb stele
Babylonian towers far away
from the great
Mesopotamic
interstate
Surrounded by the immumerous trees
the military sharpness of their pine
quills writing their mark in the dirt
for a hundred turns or so
only to be rearranged
into the great intercontinental soil
Truly
multisolipsistual
And on the aggregate
held open the mists
of the vast expanse of ocean
beyond L.A
and stole the fruits of the tiny parceled condominium rainwater
from distance far away
angry men shouting--
"Give us back our life blood, GOD **** YOU!"
Filling the tanks of their fleshomobiles
running around and sweating it out
trading it for cloth and wiping their brow on
brown shirts
perturbed and disobeyed
But that great man with the chin muscatche
brought the rough riders out of their dome
into the frontier, riding trains
Off they go!
Seeking paradise in the sands
and the trees
and the coastal breeze
dreaming
of a world owned and seen
by the world
by man
and by all these things
It would be grand
But that rock has been seen before
in Luarentian islands long ago
or perhaps a great FUJI-SAN of the west coast
worshiped by critters and dinosaurs
You are late to the game, sweet dreamers, you!
These monuments give to honor due
not you,
no sir did you build these things?
did you mold these things
with the patience of a father
with the consequentiality
of the womb
and a motherly affection
for all things true?
the gift is for you,
remember your father's gifts
sweet princes of the earth
because they will outlive you.
And I walk along the stream
stepping upon these little bits of Yosemite
Pulverized mountain rocks
Renal Stones of the diseased
to which the water flushed out deeply
and cured the grey things from all that left them
displeased
hoping for more than just selfies
and sticking it to god's face
laughing at half-dome
climbing it and getting the better of ourselves
Believing we have achieved bliss
When in reality,
there is nothing to this which we can reach.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
Welcome to womanhood what’s so great about being nothing
50 years ago we couldn’t even work
you would think that the people who bring you onto this earth you would respect the most
instead you hurt us
we are disrespected, disobeyed,
stay in a woman’s place, do what women do
when you say something back
it’s not proper or lady like
looks like something dangerous
we can’t do it
looks like something tough
don’t even try
but if you think about it
we’re the toughest
we risk the most
No matter what we do
somehow it’s wrong
you’re strong, you get penalized
you cry, you get stepped on
why even try when nothing will ever make a difference
Frankly being a “woman” *****
it’s unnecessary responsibility that no one really wants
we bleed about 86 days out of the year nothing to stop
pregnant for 40 weeks with children that are gonna disrespect us because their dad’s are gonna leave us and children become just like that
in the end we end up alone
no one ever really cares
what you do or how you end up
you’ve populated the world now your job is done
that is if you’re ever that lucky
some place they take that away
stabbing and degrading the only thing that will make you anything
torturing and killing the ones that are weak or
just not strong enough to fight back
some places all you are is a toy
being ***** and played with the whole time as long as you’re good you stay alive
having something stuck inside you shocking you dead
then they say
“Welcome to womanhood” what if I wanna leave?
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Standing here
I stood my ground
floating
closer
than the distance
Further
than ‘ahead’ I saw
me
fighting for resistance
Fast
unmoving
– not alone –
with only me
I stayed
Fumbling
– screaming loud –
to hear it:
. . . silence . . .
yet I disobeyed
Cocooned in air and
muffled
by these fitful gulps
I dared not breathe I
marked out time
in vacant space
I owned – yet
not yet: not for me
Thinking hard
I cleared my mind
– illusioned, lost –
yet
memories traced
Would I
(should not) leave
I’d try
The where?
Just ‘some’
to
ANY place
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
The cocoons cracked open
And these beautiful creatures
That resulted from metamorphosis
Fluttered around their new home
In the wife's stomach
"I am going to pick him up"
She kissed her daughter
Whom also had insects
Fluttering inside her 9 year old stomach lining
720 seconds were spent in the station-wagon
Dodging the potholes the city refused to repair
720 seconds were spent
Taking her to see him.
His flight landed
360 seconds after she arrived
And they embraced one another
for 180 seconds
Before she guided her camouflaged warrior
Back to the station-wagon
Sweaty palms gripped the steering wheel
Salt water streaks on her burning Scarlett cheeks
Bleached teeth being advertised
To her camouflaged warrior
Thhhunkthhuhnkthhunkk
Pothole.
As the wife turned to the rear window
Fearing she hurt one of God's creatures
Frightened she had innocent blood on her hands
Inadvertently disobeyed the shining red beacon ahead of her
Screeching metal violating airwaves
Burning tires sliding against asphalt
Glass fractals orbiting through the sky
Flatline.
Beneath the Mylar balloons
Waiting patiently under the "Welcome Home" banner
Sat a daughter with fluttering butterflies
Unaware the balloons would lose their helium
And the insects inside her would decompose
Long before she would be reunited with her parents again.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
If the Earth was a play
The cosmos would say
"This is the saddest story
I've heard to this day."
The moon would agree,
Having seen the play for free.
While the universe stands there trapped in thought,
The human, screams out his last shot
"This isn't the story,
the one you should have heard.
This story is incorrect, the meaning is blurred.
Give us another chance, this is absurd."
The human stood there, sorry, and said not another word.
With anger in its eyes, and love in its heart
the universe looked back,
and said
"We were never apart.
Even from the start, you were me, we were we.
I am you as you are she.
I'd give you a restart, but you'd laugh in my face,
and just incase you really are "sorry," then
hear my grace:
Your thoughts are empty, your feelings are blank.
You have nothing in your story that can surprise me.
You were selfish and ignored me.
You found your own message and betrayed me.
Created your own language and disobeyed me.
I'd give you another chance, but you'd just laugh in my face.
This was your last chance, please act in pace,
I have abandoned you, can no longer bare your disgrace.
Good luck on your own, into your journey through the unknown,
I'll be here when you need me,
while diving past my throne."
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Education is an essential must,
for everyone.
One day you’ll think back,
and say "Alas! what have I done??"
During the time which decided your future
You disobeyed life's most important rule.
"Seek knowledge from cradle to grave."
There was no foundation,
For the future you would have ignored.’
So don’t miss the opportunity
that you could use prudently.
Have your education recorded,
with high flying colors.
To be honest, what will you lose?
For you waste time when you could be having fun?
No; its for you to have a brighter future.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
Pretentious smile,
I wish I could drown myself to sleep for a while.
Silver jubilee ringing,
yet afraid of the dark.
When the night haunts and loneliness arrives,
I'd still cowered in terror, hidden under the blanket
Like a broken mirror with shattered glass,
All the gamut of emotion laid scattered with each passing memories and bygone days.
"Don't you dare to speak.
Don't you dare to rebel.
Don't you dare to resist."
Else the shame and label of Traitor would be hung on your image for decades to come.
I Spoke, I Resist, I disobeyed
Not in the eyes of God
But in the eyes of men and women who couldn't find flaws in their own life.
And finally rejoiced to embrace the black dot in the perfect delusional world of normalcy.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Clovers, big and small,
Soft and rich in luckiness.
Trust would form in us,
Connected like the leaves.
Mud, seemed as smooth as marble,
Splashed over melted chocolate.
Although built brick by brick,
Creativity sped it up.
Tiny lost details used to come from our hands.
Forever fun in bending paper.
Letters flipped over by pen.
Together like the stars and the moon.
Raining sparkles, we were one . . .
Until mountains crashed the charming greens,
Greens filled with pure luck.
They shouted and cried,
Suffocating through day and night.
Nature disobeyed the mud,
Right beneath our feet.
Smoothness was swept away,
By the howling wind.
We got split up into stages.
One lower, one higher.
The mountain became uneven.
One smooth, one spiked.
Great deep cracks began to appear in our circle.
And now it seems that even our stepping stones differ.
No feelings, only doubts.
It has been a long, long time . . .
My dear old friend,
How do you feel about me?
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
...
One day you'll find that in reality people don't care, they're just curious.
┯┷
Do not follow this black willow dog
"I'm not following you."
The lucid smoke hums you lie
"I don't smoke."
Of course you don't
"Then what do you mean?"
You merely burn
┯┷
"So...why are you always by yourself?"
It was a quiet war
"Quiet war?"
I lost so many
"So many what?"
Beloved souls to the book
"What book?"
Death's wish-list
┯┷
"Are you the only one left?"
Supposedly
"How do you know?"
This rain spares nothing
"So you don't know."
Time knows
"It's 3:04 a.m."
So it is
┯┷
"Are you going home?"
The city is laughing, little lamb
"Why is it laughing?"
Cold feet of the crossroads
"Why are we talking about crossroads?"
Home was eaten there
"Excuse me?"
That is why we stray
┯┷
"You look sad."
I am indeed
"Why don't you rest for a while?"
Is the riverbed dry?
"What are you talking about?"
Drought season isn't here yet
┯┷
"Are you hungry?
I drank chipped starlight
"I asked if you were hungry."
The abyss always is
"I'm lost..."
Nothing needed to be found
┯┷
"Who are you?"
A stray willow dog
"What's a willow dog?"
Yellow bones rattle the concrete
"Why are they yellow?"
I'm grieving
"Because?"
The sky died in his heart
┯┷
"What if I told you I loved you?'
Coins in the fountain
"That has nothing to do with..."
Forget them
"Forget who?"
Sweet water wishes
"But wishes are not forgotten."
The smoke is humming again
"How peculiar.."
You take these for granted
┯┷
You have disobeyed
"Oh? How so?"
You followed me to the cobblestones
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Blue mirrors
"What about them?"
Reflect morbid futures
"But you don't have one, don't you?"
Willows weep for many reasons
┯┷
"Hey...you're going the wrong way."
Am I, now?
"Heaven's this way."
...
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
Cassie Lane Gray, ever so slight of frame
Hit harder than a train, playing her martial games
Cassie ran eight miles a day, and she never strayed
Her routine was tough as iron, her boxing gloves were frayed
Her momma put her in ballet, but later on, she disobeyed
Strapping wraps to wrists, uppercut finisher each day
And when she said she wanted to box, her momma turned away
But she was gonna fight, with no one in her way
Cassie Lane Gray grew up poor in San Jose
Never had much to say, just wanted in the fray
Her ballet, in a way, made her opponents pay
As she moved with dancer's sway, they later would convey
Cassie's family prayed that she would portray
The sweet and simpering visage of a classy dame
But it wasn't in the cards, for Cassie Lane Gray
The "Bantam Weight Ballerina"
A strong young fighting woman
Was in the ring to stay
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
Old souls burn out young.
We've been here before,
the wasted youth,
AKA- the recycled material
Yeah you know who I'm talking about right?
The once upon a time obedient souls
that never disobeyed orders and followed the rules.
They died and live through us-
The wasted youth.
We are their second chances,
Their opportunity of another life-
where they don't give a care in the world
but to live recklessly.
Being rebellious with no direction.
Wasted lives,
like Lotto money that was won
and spent reckless because it isn't really 'YOURS'
isn't it?
You just won that money,
just like you won that second life.
The 'you' that held back when you were alive
about a century ago is living through the new age:
Now all that you are is the wasted youth.
You live in me
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
And now a search comes upon the poem,
A search already possessed by what it searches for:
Floundering in the hallucination of its darkness,
Illuminated by the Light it tries to create.
(You are this Light
That illuminates the darkness of the search
For a light that it seeks to make
In place of the One by which it searches.)
It turns to the poem for guidance
Or amusement or distraction,
In its effort to create the light
It assumes itself to be.
(But this end that its ideal proclaims
Lies disobeyed by the means prescribed:
No search could find the light it tries to create
Unless it surrenders itself to the present from which Light shines)
If the search stepped into this Light
And ceased its attempt to replace it,
As if to own or dominate it,
Its light would burn.
(Here the search abolishes itself
As it ends its violent struggle:
As light-in-Light it finds its way to peace
And surrenders its hallucination of control to truth.)
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 6:26 PM UTC
I thought kisses were supposed to give you butterflies
but our love is a nuclear fallout.
and when you ripped my heart from my chest,
I saw the worst insects crawl out.
you told me I was great in bed,
but when you left,
you caused a meltdown in my head.
you put your atoms in my reactor,
expecting them to grow, but all they did was consume and glow.
they became radioactive,
and so did I.
your love burst right through me,
but I’m yet to die.
instead, I’m here
watching the people around me burn and suffer
and telling them them that its not my fault.
its my ex-lover.
I look around
and see their skin bubble.
I try to help
but I’m buried under your rubble.
the debris that you left when you made me explode
you’ve yet to pick up, to lift the load.
I knew that falling for you was a bad idea
and I’m feeling it now, I’m reaping what I sowed.
I disobeyed my rules of human preservation,
giving in to you was breaking my own moral code
and when I tried to block you out,
you took a side road.
you put it in gear
and drove into my heart.
but the pain I felt
wasn’t the worst part.
because when you put it in reverse,
you had become my foundation and I fell apart.
now I’m in pieces on the ground
scattered around, unbound,
thinking that you should regret it
but its the other way around.
because I still love you and your stupid eyes
the way they light up the skies
I forgave you of your sins
you’ve been baptized
but I advise you to stay close to your allies
and make sure they hear your cries
because I’m a bomb wearing a human disguise,
and when my anger does arise,
you’ll meet your demise.
you made me what I am,
a battering ram
with enough force to break hoover dam.
you used to be the lion but now you’re the lamb.
because here I come with the grand slam.
please ask me if I give a ****
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
As the warmth of the sunlight lightly kissed my cheeks,
I began to sob.
Of the realization of today's events intoxicated my mind.
I pressed two fingers against the corner of a cross -
Inscribed into the wall by a fellow Conrad.
Who had also disobeyed, who had broken the rules.
Maybe they had committed mutiny
Or cowardice, or desertion.
Perhaps they were scared,
Perhaps they'd had enough,
Perhaps they just missed home.
We can only ever guess now,
Because dawn came and the pole stood tall.
Killed by their own. Friendly fire.
Who were also suffering and traumatized.
But for the act they were about to commit
Would not take it to the extremes that I had.
Or any of the people that had abused these 4walls before me.
Which one of them would do it?
What final blow would cause the end to my life?
Because for all of us it was never really if we died.
Instead the question was when.
My name is Herbert Morris
I am 17 years old.
I fought in the British West Indies Regiment, until
The date is 20th September 1917.
And today is the day.
For I had escaped
But they found me.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
sweet. quiet. obedient.
never once disobeyed your parents wishes.
so controlling they are.
never allowing you to be less than perfect.
Poor child
bullied constantly. taken advantage of.
how can you let this out?
well only you know poor child.
look into your stomach
and take a deep breath.
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
at your parents who believe
you should be beyond perfect!
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
don't hold back!
take action!
be rebellious towards
you dear mommy and daddy!
choking you with demands!
scream to those bullies
that never stopped judging you!
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM !
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
because you may never get this chance again!
scream now before life
takes itself away from you!
before you go insane!
before they lock your mind!
the chains you feel now child
wont go away till you resist!
your chains tighten
and restrain your legs!
your arms!
your voice!
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
the fire you feel in your chest
let it burn it is your freedom!
oh please child,
please scream!
scream for your misery!
restraint!
your desire to become normal!
child this will only end once
you scream!
use that fire inside you!
don't let this carry on forever!
don't let the oxygen escape without shouts of protest!
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
for all the pain
you have to endure everyday!
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
take a deep breath like its
your last!
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
for that make your heart
ache every single day!
for the freedom that was taken away
because your young!
for all the painful things those bullies said!
for your mind!
your sanity!
do it for your pride!
yourself!
a chance to become normal!
to be free from their hold!
So please!
SCREAM CHILD SCREAM!
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
i.
I’m into you like moons. I’m sorry.
That’s not what you want to hear. I’m
into you like how my shoulders make waves.
There is a river tearing down from my neck.
I think maybe you think that you are inside
of me like a second burden. No, but see, I
have so many souls all taped to my gutters,
to my insides. I think that’s why I’m always
holding doors open for strangers.
ii.
I went to my father like clay.
He melted my hands and told me
not to worry and told me not to snow.
iii.
I’m always so very strangerly. Especially
with people on subways. We’ve been on a subway
together once. In fifty years we will be on a subway
together again but it will be by accident like when
you bruise your temples on the corner of the bathroom
sink.
iv.
I’m mostly singing a lot mostly
because it makes my throat disappear
mostly because all of the windows are breaking
anyway so what does it matter. Windows breaking
from some storm. The snow is supposed
to last for five days.
v.
Hello, father, I have disobeyed you.
Look I am falling to the ground,
look I can’t get up, how exciting.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
I slept until 4pm today
Dreaming of things the fingers of my memory
Can only scrape at.
Real life:
Phone rings. Belly aches. Cat bites. Siren howls.
Nothing matters.
Dream life:
Airport. Fog. You. Gone.
Nothing matters.
No. Rewind.
Real life:
Airport. Fog. You. Gone.
Everything matters.
“Don’t implode,” you said
before I shut your mouth with my own.
I disobeyed.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
She's a crazy blonde and she's funny
She can do no right and she can do no wrong
An astronaut and a 2000 year old genie
In a bottle and somehow they've to get along
Barbara Eden and Larry Hagman are the stars
Of the show hilarious in awkward moments
"Is my master upset with me?" She always asks
Yet coy when he can get whatever he wants
Winks and nobs transformed in the blink of an eye
Appear or disappear "your wish is my command"
Or "master I'm at your service." She'd say but sly
Pony tailed girlish genie often can't comprehend
Master's orders disobeyed as he acts a fool
Uncorrupted innocently gazed hands in my chin
On deserted island genie ******** clad beautiful
I was too young to know to wish for to imagine
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
This poem is a story about me. I'm writing it at 4:30 AM because I can't sleep and it's better than smoking cigarettes.
I'm 19. Male, half korean, half American mutt. For some reason, I have this photographic memory. I remember too things like they just happened yesterday. I get flashbacks to events I shouldn't remember. Things I shouldn't think about. Other memories never get past the tip of my tongue. I have PTSD with the dumbest triggers you could imagine. I live every day on the edge with pent-up feelings even though I tell people I do not feel. It's hard to make me laugh, and it's hard to make me cry, and I feel awfully lonely.
I remember elementary school. Age 5... I'll remember the first day I rode a school bus for the rest of my life. I think at least 8 kids asked me if I was Chinese on my walk to the back, and some disgustingly fat kid across the aisle was begging people for paper scraps to shoot spitballs at "the ***** The next 13 years weren't much easier than that day. As I grew up, I found it necessary to grow my wit. I disguised my sorry feelings behind clever jokes while people began to like me. I made some friends, but I felt so alone. I always felt like nobody liked me when it was probably only me that didn't like me.
Senior year of high school, I fell in love with a girl, and this is a really long story too except that I can sum it up that I just ruined her life and now she won't talk to me. But she was the sunrise to what had been a dark, dark life. She was my safety and my warmth. It wasn't about how cute she was or what she looked like. I fell in love with the person inside of her. We did some stupid things, disobeyed her parents. Her parents then damaged me for loving her... and I made mistakes I'll forever regret. I never meant to hurt her, but ... Everything I did to her - and what she's done to me, the guilt I put on myself before she ever left and the pain that she brought on me after she did... I cried to myself for 200 straight days and even though my friends have picked me up, it still makes me feel like the most pathetic being on this planet and I'm sure just like she knows now not to waste any her time on a waste of human life, that was nothing without her.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
woke up in the mornin
with a very bad headache
not realisin'
that there was screamin downstairs
so i rush downnn
to save mama from you
blood trickles down her nose
and i see a tear or two
you stare at me with demonns
in your eyes
like im the one that disobeyed the human rights
ill save you i said mama dont you cry
but shes a hero and she dont need savin now
said mama,
i swear to you my child
said mama,
your father has run wild
i promise you that i will keep you safe
no one will hurt you, because we are a free state
oh mama oh mama oh mama
living alone,
is a tough job to keep
constant nightmares,
of the mistakes you might have made
i crawl into her bed at night
like i used to at 5 years of age
to keep her safe
and i see her smile
she stares at me with angels
in her eyes
like im the saviour
that god has sent her
cuz
ill save you darlin she said baby dont you cry
your my hero and i dont need savin now
and i dont need savin nowwwww
said mama,
i swear to you my child
said mama,
your father has run wild
i promise you that i will keep you safe
no one will hurt you, because we are a free state
oh mama oh mama oh mama
oh mama oh mama oh mama etc etc
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
I disobeyed my parents
And married her when I was younger
She seemed so shy and caring
but then she felt colder
She used to respect my space
but then she sat on my shoulder
She used to not criticize me
but she eventually became bolder
I want to turn back time
And find someone else before I grow older.
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She put her dreams aside
And married me when I was younger
And when times were tough
I understood why she had to be colder
When I needed her
She was always on my shoulder
I was never that daring
So she turned bolder
I learned to love her
And appreciate her as I grew older.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
Would it make you happy if I had perfect grades?
Would you be happy if I wasn't so disgustingly skinny?
Would you be happy if I didn't have a boyfriend?
Maybe it would make you happy if I never ever disobeyed you?
Would it make you happy if didn't have anxiety?
Would you be happy if I had a ton of friends?
Maybe you'd be happy if I wore pink and skirts instead of black and skinny jeans?
If I was perfect, maybe you'd be happy, maybe you'd love me then.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC