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Zoë Dec 2014
Your head down
Your body slouched
Your words empty
You try to escape

My head up
My body alive
My words loud
I try to pretend

I can't live like this
I wish you didn't hate me

These are selfish thoughts I guess...

People tell me you're heartbroken
They tell me you're sad
They tell me I'm heartbroken too

I just wish we would talk
I wish we could share one moment
One moment, that our eyes meet
One moment where pain isn't all that I see in your dark eyes
I didn't want to hurt you
I really did love you...
mad
Zoë Jul 2015
mad
suddenly angry
i crack
i split
and lose it
i'm not sad
or tired
or broken
just simply mad
outraged
angry
Zoë May 2014
Sometimes I feel so mad
I could tell the ocean
To crash over the beach
With all it's might
To bring the striped umbrella's
And tiny buckets
With him
Back into the deep

Sometimes I feel so mad
I could scream into
My pillow for hours
And be annoyed that
I wasted my time
And I wasn't heard

Sometimes I feel so mad
I could be alone
With no one to talk
To and just think
And be fine

Sometimes I feel so mad
I can't even imagine
What the feeling of happy
Feels like

Sometimes I feel so mad
And then I see things
That I love
And I realize
I just need to feel
Happy :)
Zoë Feb 2015
in and out i fall
blinded
tired
scared
i frown as my words contradict themselves
confusing me
i look at the damage
i fall
and become lost in the world of insanity
i did anyways...
and i visit often now
to see what i was
to know who i still may be
Zoë May 2015
i am stuck here.
wrapped in the stupidity of the unforgiving world.
i grasp on to every word, laced with hope,
and i hide things inside me to keep myself from crumbling.
my happiness radiates like a bright ray of sunshine,
and my sadness falls into the shadows, thankfully unnoticed.
i live in this world to be here.
i happily eat up all inspiration
and hope to be the bright blue of somebodies orange filled day.
my life like the seasons,
i am unsure of how long it will last,
and winter always turns into spring eventually,
but creatures die in the winter
and i'll die too one day
Zoë Jun 2015
memories overflow in my head
and almost spill tears out of my eyes,
like flooded city streets.
i swallow hard,
and close my eyes momentarily.
freely, freely, freely
her voice echoes through my mind.
i keep the secrets dark inside me,
and cover them up with the positives.
i can't let it overcome me,
or it will destroy me all over again.
i shudder, and chills run up my back,
as i wrap my arms tightly around me.
it's over now.
Zoë Nov 2014
Their words like icicles
Freeze me
Making me speechless
My words back are hot
Like fire
Melting the ice
But burning them all to a crisp
I can't even muster sorry as I step back
And look upon the mess
The mess that I've made
Zoë Jan 2015
my nights of metallica and constant wondering,
are probably my favorite.
life picks you up by the shoulders,
shakes you round a bit,
and finally asks,
what am i anyways?
'til you just realize once again,
you'll never know the real answer
Zoë Nov 2014
I try to listen at the words being said
The rumors and phrases
The quiet whispers
Giggles
And stares
Spread like wild fire across the room
Until my actions and words
Are jokes to everyone
Including myself
Zoë Dec 2015
i miss my golden retriever,
and my great grandfather.
i miss cinnamon biscuits,
and my old house.
i miss mattress sliding,
and learning to ride my bike.
but i don't miss you anymore.
i don't miss what we had,
or our conversations.
i don't miss who you used to be,
or your shaggy hair.
i don't miss how miserable you make me felt,
or how you saw me as someone i am not.
i just don't miss you anymore.
Zoë Jun 2015
i miss all of you.
the way you speak sweetly in my ear,
the way you hug me tight,
the way you blush,
the way you grin when i catch you staring,
i just hope that she doesn't miss all of you too
Zoë Sep 2016
today as i watched you,
the way you looked,
the way you laughed,
the way you stared,
the way you danced,
i couldn't help but miss you
miss you so much that when she said your name i had to look away
miss you so much  that i wanted time to turn back a week or so
missed you so much that i wanted to let you know
missed you so much that i wanted to hold you and never let you go
Zoë Feb 2015
i can see the little boy he used to be
bright smiles, always laughing
and it makes me smile
the way his cheeks reddened when he was happy
and the way he spoke
i can see how easy life was
how much he was loved
now as i stare into this new boy's eyes
i see pain
he sits silently
he is mysterious, and quiet
i know deep down he is still that little boy
i wish i could find him in there somewhere
Zoë Mar 2015
used
unimportant
just a phase,
thats what i am.
i know it was you.
coincidences like this just don't happen.
and that's why it hurts.
i fall in and out of anger and sadness,
but i know its not her fault.
i also know that she feels similar
so in a way it is.
i don't even know
Zoë Apr 2023
You stared at me and slowly said
"You are just like your mother"
With your finger pointing in my face
Then you stepped back
Leaned up against the counter
Crossed your arms over your chest and looked satisfied

You wanted the words to cut me
To hurt me
To break my heart
To make me feel like I hurt you as much as she did

But what you didn't realize
Is that my mother is everything I ever hope to be
My mother is my greatest inspiration
My best friend

So when you said
"You are just like your mother"
A tear rolled down my cheek
Not because I was hurt
Because it was the greatest compliment I would ever get
Zoë Sep 2014
My only escape
Beautiful words
Beautiful poetry
Put to music
I don't have to respond
Don't have to think
I don't even have to listen
Zoë Mar 2015
it hits me hard in the chest
and i wonder if you listened to these words
i guess i take it too literally
you couldn't have really cared that much
not after what i heard
hope you're happy
Zoë Jan 2015
broken dreams, wedged in between my couch cushions
stupid lies, written in torn journals among my bookshelves
fake feelings, left in the messages of late night mistakes
tear stains, dried in the folds of my bed sheets
deleted pictures, stuck in my distant memories
i try to forget, forgive, restart
but everywhere i turn, you're there
even, as i close my tired eyes
your smile appears in my dreams
Zoë Apr 2015
a place of safety? he wonders
and i don't hesitate to answer.
well my mother's bed
something about it, i continue
the way the comforter never attaches to the foot
and the sheets wrinkle into folds of security
the smell as i breathe deep into the pillows
unchanged no matter the location
makes my tears subside little by little
soaking up thoughts of regret
and provides a feeling no human could give
well, besides my mother of course.
a feeling of overwhelming safety, all in my mother's empty bed
Zoë Jun 2015
my dreams filled with you still haunt me.
they fill my night visions,
and eat up my freeness from thought about you.
Zoë Dec 2014
I wish you'd say anything...
Hello
Goodbye
Good morning
Goodnight
I need your words
I need your thoughts
I just need you
New
Zoë Sep 2019
New
Caught between two distinctly different worlds
I  drown in my thoughts
I finally look up and his mouth is moving
But I can't hear

Everyone speaks the language
But I don't understand it

I move through the minutes
Because what else would I do?

My new life feels like a constant countdown
I find myself at times forgetting though

New people hold my hand like an old friend
And offer their bed willingly for little sleep
I reach out
But quickly retract

Where am I anyways?
Zoë Sep 2016
i was unhappy in ways that i could not explain,
not to you,
not to her,
not to anyone.

so i did what i have done once before,
and it hurt.
regret sinks in quick once you do something bad,
and it lingers like onion on your breath.

i've never loved like that.
the dreams come every night,
the good ones
where i'm wrapped in your arms when it's cold outside
and you shiver and whisper in my ear
you tell me you love me with the biggest smile i've ever seen
and i can't help smiling myself
but when i wake up,
it's a nightmare,
the good dreams are nothing but the past,
and i live in a life
where a lump grows in my throat
when we make eye contact
and i have to look away so i don't cry
a life where i have to watch her hands on your back,
and you roll your head back laughing,
a life where i'm not right next to you holding your hand,
and laughing at your terrible jokes

but this is my nightmare,
one i've created for myself,
one that i can't get rid of,
by sleeping in my mother's bed,
one that i can't even wake up from all
Zoë Jan 2015
i've done it all before.
and it's happening again.
i get that feeling inside me.
the one as if i am about to die.
yet, i still love it so much.
i can't speak, can't say no.
i have no control.
Zoë May 2015
funny how just words from an unrelated song
can make you think so much about past, and future
current unhappiness of the situation
past happiness.
can make the situation awkward,
when you know you're all thinking the same thing.
when you know that everyone sees the gap,
sees the large **** in all of the normal.
but until we can agree to stop pretending,
we'll all continue on this path,
always reassuring everyone that it's all normal
not
Zoë Jul 2015
not
he loves me,
he loves me not,
he loves me,
he loves me not,
all of a sudden out of petals
i realize i wouldn't be performing this act of desperation if i knew he did
Zoë Jan 2015
i picture the figure in my brain
puzzled, but intrigued
why does he say this?
one single tear slips down my cheek but i wipe it away.
fast.
i feel obligated to fix him.
he is broken, sad.
why do i always feel responsible.
empathy i guess.
i seem to be the only one with it though.
a curse probably.
this isn't even close to my fault.
how do i always get dragged in?
it's not my problem... i whisper over and over again
but in the back of my head
i know
it will be me who fixes his broken parts.
piece him back together again.
make him okay...
Zoë Apr 2014
Tired eyes,
achy wrists and fingers,
bright mind
and beautiful words
of a poet
Zoë Jun 2015
i suppose that sometimes,
it isn't the situation itself
that reflects the distinct colors,
into my usually cloudy mind,
constantly fantasizing over strings of words
and searching to find meaning
in utterly meaningless things,
but it is more,
the way that the situation makes me feel.

yellow for when i feel open
and like i can breathe.
nobody is mad, and i have no reason to drop my head.
when my family doesn't fight,
and struggles are forgotten.
there is always lots of food,
and something of interest in the kitchen.
when the carpets are clean,
and so are the counter tops.
when i actually feel genuinely happy.

light blue for the days
when i think i might be sick,
if i hear another irrelevant comment,
or a joke that wasn't even funny six months ago.
when the days are dark,
and i feel the cold on my skin and heart.
when my music is quiet,
along with my words
and i don't sing along.
when i feel like i am falling

red for when all is white,
and i can picture blood,
death in close future,
and wet tears.
when i feel sick,
ashamed,
and the air is too hot.
when i am distant,
and even the smell of cookies in the distance,
can't cure my aching soul.
when all around me are happy,
and i am simply not.

orange for when everything is the same,
when dad picks the wrong bread,
or there is nothing in the snack basket.
when everything smells like teenager,
and the chipped paint makes me want to scream.
when my room is the same for too long,
and i can't find clothes to wear.
when i simply can't find something to look forward to.

blue for when things match up
and there isn't too much of one color.
when i laugh out loud,
and blare music until i can't hear.
when small grins come from there hiding space,
on his lips.
when i get unexpected hugs,
and old friends smile my way.
when i don't feel trapped in myself.

purple for when i can't quite understand it,
when the chipped paint doesn't bother me,
but the way he tilts his head does.
when i pray he doesn't call on me,
for i would make a fool out of myself.
when i get so mad that i start to cry,
or when the smell of rain angers me.
when i am too confused to think clearly.

and white for when i am just done.
when all my colors and emotions mix
into a large white cloud, that floats in my head
until the bright yellow sun comes,
or a raindrops reflect light blue
or the day finishes red highlighting the sky
or the orange sun becomes too hot
or a clear blue day emerges,
or when my brother's blue crayon gets lost under the car seat,
so purple will have to suffice.
Zoë Nov 2014
As I say it
500 pounds lifts off my shoulders into the sky
I gulp for a breath as you say good bye
Finally able to breathe
Oxygen fills my lungs
And I sigh
I am okay
Finally okay
Zoë Jan 2017
no matter how much i need him,
i must not pick up the phone.

for tomorrow,
i will regret it.

when the sun rises,
all will be okay.
Zoë May 2015
hoping in a way to cleanse my soul
i let the words flow through me like a river
sending hope for future from my head to the tips of my toes
this is where i'm happy
this is where i know in my heart
that i'm pleased with myself
and how i live in this moment
Zoë Feb 2017
i long for something more.
i want a rush,
my heart to pound in my chest.
i want the music to blast in my ears,
and for the time to fly.
i want to wake up with a smile on my face,
in the same clothes as the night before.
i wanna pretend that i don't feel so scared,
and that i'm not so fragile.
just for one night,
i want to pretend like i don't have the responsibility,
like i can just be,
without thinking about what or how to be.
Zoë Nov 2016
i always try to think of someone.
one without a flaw,
one without a secret,
one without pain.
but no matter how far you look,
there will always be flaws and secrets and pain.

i want to know everyone's story.
i want to know why their parents got divorced,
why they wear that necklace around their neck,
or how their husband died.

flaws, secrets and pain, are things that like to hide,
behind our bold, confident selves,
because the pressure of society is too scary.

people need to love their flaws,
and tell their secrets,
and show their pain.

because flaws and secrets and pain should not be hidden.
these things make us human.
we are becoming less and less human as we wear masks to hide who we are.

don't dye your hair,
it's okay that you made a mistake,
and cry when you need to,
for those are the things,
that remind us we are only human.
Zoë Mar 2015
i need to get over it
it's been a few weeks
it won't happen again
and i don't want it to.
just have to let it go
but again...
easier said than done
Zoë Aug 2015
this whole "getting over you" thing
might sound easy.
just be happy, they say.
but it's a bit hard when everything reminds me of you.
from bumper stickers, to whole cities
you're linked to most everything i know
so this would be easy if you weren't so important
but you were,
well are.
****, it's hard
Zoë Feb 2016
both spectacular individuals,
and together they used to taste just right.
counteracting the sweet, with the nutty,
balancing the sticky with the smooth.
but today,
i stare down into my life lunch box,
and pb & j,
don't go together,
like they used to.
Zoë Dec 2015
life should be like making peanut butter pie.

fairly easy,
a five ingredient sorta thing,
where you have most of it in your cupboards already.

a little messy,
like when you turn the mixer on high,
instead of medium,
and peanut butter dances across you chin.

super sweet,
a cup of powdered sugar,
could make the whole day a little easier.

rewarding,
like when mom smiles at the creation you've made,
and dad laughs at the peanut butter on your chin.

and it won't last too long,
and you might feel like it disappears too quick,
and be bummed when the last piece is gone,
but remember, that pie was good.
Zoë Jul 2017
as a child, i believed that the world was a good place.
i believed that only people in movies could lie so much
and that things don't actually "happen like that".
i believed that the world had good people.


believing in all that was the biggest mistake i could have ever made.
and it only took one person to prove to me that all of those beliefs were completely untrue.

the world is full of liars and cheaters.
but these liars and these cheaters, don't get in trouble for lying or cheating, but sometimes even get rewarded. they are granted with things like money or a new house or even a brand new family.

movies are created because there are true stories behind them. people can't "make things up" because terrible things happen in our society everyday. people leave, people die, people cry, people steal and ****. movies sometimes do show that things "happen like that". they may even "happen like that" right under your own roof and maybe, you didn't even see it coming.

in my mind, people are bad, unless they do something good.
i used to think this was pessimism but now i consider it safety.
i used to think that this certain man that i knew was the greatest man on earth. he held me on his shoulders, so strong, and blessed me with his words, so wise and showered me with his love, so plentiful. until one day, he didn't feel like it anymore. and then he left me without. i don't really remember those days, but i see pictures where the smile on my face can only show how freely he gave his love. but giving love is a choice. and now he chooses to give it to someone else.

as a child, i guess i wasn't all that smart.
i believed that this world was a safe place, free of liars and cheaters and bad people. i believed that movies were telling fictional stories and that people were so good and pure. but i was wrong and now it haunts me when i sleep, and even more when i wake up.
Zoë Jan 2015
walls are crashing down
caving in on top of me
and the weight of the world finally crushes me
breaking my bones
flattening dreams
i look up and and anger replaces my tears
how have i let them bring me here
Zoë Apr 2014
Unhappiness is imperfection
But perfection,
doesn't always make
us happy
Zoë Dec 2014
Your hand enlaced in mine
Mine in yours

Your heart safe in my care
My heart safe in yours

Your arms wrapped tightly around me
My arms around you

Your smile happy and genuine
Mine genuine and happy

If perfection doesn't exist
Then I'm not really sure what this is
Zoë Apr 2014
I sit on the rocks
watching the water
splash against them,
missing my feet
by an inch or two.
The small shells stuck
to the rock motionless
unlike the tide.
I gently pull one off
and hum to it.
It partially reveals itself
and I smile
throwing it back into
the sea wondering
where it goes now.
Zoë Nov 2014
Those words pain me
And I hope they aren't true
You can't do that
I promise you there is a better way
Just talk to me
Just cry
Anything but that
Zoë Jan 2015
i'm done with these poems,
these words that i share
they will no longer be about you
i'm done trying to fix you,
you don't need me anymore
it will never be forever
don't call me anymore
don't cry to me anymore
you don't need me anymore
Zoë Jan 2015
These words explain my life
My story
My thoughts

Every person in my life
Their actions
Their feelings

Good thing
That I only see this myself
Because then they might know the truth...
Zoë Feb 2015
the good thing is,
nobody has to know what i mean
nobody has to understand the exact metaphor
or know my story.
they can make their own
Zoë Jun 2016
he steps out slowly,
squeezing my arm as he goes.
i stand staring into my own eyes,
in the reflection of the glass door as it closes slowly.
warm cheeks,
big grin,
heart pounding,
and happy.
Zoë Feb 2015
i bury my face deep into the pillows
and as i inhale memories fill my mind.
the sudden feeling of safety.
like i all of a sudden know that it's going to be okay
and even if it's not
i can still hide myself
within these pillows.
Zoë May 2015
dictionary:
the daughter of a young monarch : not quite
a close female relative of monarch, especially a son's daughter : nope
the wife or widow of a prince : not even close
the female ruler of a small state : still a no
a spoiled or arrogant young woman : oh... maybe this is more what you were referring to.
in order to call me a princess,
you must stop acting like a dictator
ordering me around,
and demanding respect.
i hate to break it to you,
but i have no contract saying that i must respect you.
i will respect you, and stop my "princessness"
when you respect me, and act like an adult.
thanks...
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