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A Lover's PleaHow can I explain the things I've done?
How can I let myself do what I do?
I can't stop thinking about you, though I don't know why.
I can't stop checking if you're safe.
Why can't I just let you go?
Why must my heart still beat your name?
I see your face and my eyes water.
I look at the pictures of us and my breath catches.
Why can't I live by that saying by Dr. Seuss?
"Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened."
Why must my heart break from the happiness that you brought me?
I'm sorry I didn't cherish you as I should have,
Or show you the love in my heart.
I'm sorry if we went too fast,
And I'm sorry that our time has passed.
I know you won't hear this plea,
But maybe some day, together again we can be.
What's Left of MeTear my heart out, rip apart my soul.
That's what I've done to myself.
Break me to pieces because I'm so weak.
That's what I am: Weak.
Let someone love me, build a world around them.
Not That DayNo one wants to remember their worst nightmare.
No one wants to relive the pain.
No one wants to go back to a time without joy.
No one may want to, but the memories remain.
There was a time when I trusted people.
There was a time when I let others inside.
There was a time when every bruise was accidental.
There was a time, but that time is long past.
Maybe some day I'll have the will to live.
Maybe some day I'll learn to love again.
Maybe some day my scars will heal.
Maybe some day, but today is not that day.
Notice MeLook up from your desk.
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or iPod and songs.
Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
Distance Between UsLoving you is harder than you can imagine.
Imagining though, is harder than loving you.
Distance makes love stronger, so they say.
They say it increases strength, but so does it pain.
Every night I lay awake close to tears.
Close to tears I lay in wait for your arms to embrace me.
Arms that will not embrace me for an unknown amount of time.
Every muscle screams when I move, calling out for you.
I call out for you in dreams. I scream. But you cannot kiss me calm.
I wake up with nightmares of you gone forever.
The nightmare feels like reality, not having you here.
Every hug from friends feels too short.
The feelings are too short, knowing that my body wishes to be held for hours.
My body longs to be held, and I know that I have no one to hold me but you.
But you're not here.
Cold is the place that I am.
I am cold without your arms. Your lips. Your words.
We go through the usual questions and answers each time we talk, but I never say what's on my mind.
I have so many burning questions on
Only My ImaginationI can see you, your short brown hair
your big brown eyes
your smile that always gives me butterflies.
I can taste you, savory on my lips
tangy in my mouth
sweet on my tongue.
I can hear you, your calm breathing next to my ear
your steady heartbeat against my chest
your soothing voice.
I can feel you, warm against my skin
cool to the touch
burning with our joint passion.
I can smell you, your cool masculine musk
your fresh clean skin hair
your strong spiced deodorant
One mistakeI made a mistake, okay?
I just wanted you to reassure me and say you'll love me anyway.
I went to you to be accepted
Now I now, I'll always be rejected.
I know it could just be a phase
Just wanted to be guided through the haze.
Instead I know now how you feel
And now I know not to be real.
I'll hide for you, hurting too
I'm sorry that I betrayed you.
You'll never love me as a whole
That thought pounds my head, taking its toll.
I wanted you to say it will be alright
But instead, now I feel like crying from the spite.
Inside now, I'm slowly dying.
But on the outside here, I'm constantly lying.
Though I had known what you would say
Still I went to you that day.
I wanted comfort and support
Instead I'll just remain a lonely fort.
I count the years left to hide
But how to stop my emotions' rising tide?
Will you ever truly love me
When there is a part that you wish would cease to be?
If I could cut it out I would
Just so you'd see me again as "good".
But I can't, and it kills me
To know that
Reality BitesReality bites
Where as he tore shreds
From the pristine pages
Of the book you once read
A promise of a Prince
And of a fairytale
On those lonely nights
Serving to regale
And offer some solace
In times of despair
When hope felt as distant
As the love you once shared
Your book was unique
Though you try to replace
The words and the images
But you still see his face
Suffocated by life
Each breath hard to find
A broken, tarnished heart
In tumultuous times
But with your pride still intact
Maybe now is the time
That for once you bite back
Fallen...I cannot find the words...
They're drowning in my thoughts...
Choking on the air...
And some how I found myself...
Don't KnowI don't know what I feel.
I'm annoyed; too much so to think.
I don't want to know.
I don't want to eat, sleep or drink.
I just feel low.
Though I don't feel like crying.
I don't feel upset.
I don't want to hate.
Or do something I'll regret.
What is this state?
I don't want to smile.
I don't want to frown.
Not wait for it to leave after a while.
Whilst I sit here not feeling up nor down.
Music is not helping.
It's always been there.
Making me drift to the unknown.
I can just fade away and not care.
I don't feel content yet I don't feel alone.
I need something.
I want to be hugged.
But to push you away.
Everything you say; I feel bugged.
But I want you to stay.
I don't even know.
Don't You Know?Don't you know that you're taking her for granted?
She's not going to be there for you for long if you're never there for her
Why don't you call her every once in a while, see if she's okay
She'll appreciate it more than you think
Show her that you truly love her, tell her she's your everything
Just prove to her that she means something to you
'Cause right now she may feel unappreciated
Right now she may feel useless
So prove to her that she's special
Prove to her that she's the only one for you
'Cause you could be slowly losing her
While you spend your time doing nothing
Meet up with her every once in a while
Before she walks away
'Cause once she walks away
She's never coming back.
Your poemThis poem is from you
Written down by me
Although it isn't mine
It's yours, don't you see?
I write down the words
but they come from your mind
even though you don't know
what you leave behind
I pick up what's left
and put it all together
I don't know what I do
but it's for the better
You say you can't write
but that's not your need
Just simply be there for me
it's the poet inside me you feed
I don't understand honey...What?
I don't know what you're talking about honey
When you go on and on about all the bad shit you see
Every word you speak is leaking
leaking of sorrow
leaking of pain
I don't see it like that hun'
'Cause all I see is the good times we had
I see your smiling face
'cause you beat me in this game too
I hear your laughter
and teasing words
as I'm being all silly again
I feel your arms around me
as you pull me closer
in a hug to make me feel safe again
'cause you've scared me with that spider-thing again
All I see is smiling faces and sparkle-eyes
All I hear is a laughing couple sharing the secret of love
All I feel is butterflies in the sky and the touch of your hand on mine
So when you speak of this so called "misery"
of all this pain
that you've carried for far too long
It breaks my heart you see
'cause I thought you were happy, too
Hanging by a MomentI will always wonder what she was thinking that day.
Though I wasn't the kindest or bravest,
Nor was I the smartest or most charming,
For some reason, on that day, she chose me.
I was plenty surprised to say the least;
Certainly with her charm, beauty and wits,
She could have had anyone in the world,
And yet she choose me, a spoony poet.
It was as if an occult hand swooped from
The heavens and turned her gaze towards me,
For it could have only been divine work,
To make me worth an angel's attention.
Here I am, clutching to that memory,
Hanging by a moment.
Next to you.
Can't you see me?
Can't you feel me?
I've fought for you.
Over. And over again.
But somehow you can't acknowledge my presence.
Why is that?
I feel as if I am invisible in your eyes.
Even though I saved you a thousand times.
Are you thinking of me?
Or am I just not enough to be seen?
But how can you see me when you are in trouble?
If you can't see my now...
Why do you recognize my company when I am in some sort of aid to you?
And this often is the case...
More importantly, why do I put up with you?
Over and over again?
Perhaps my ignorance of perceiving this sick pattern as love is the real problem.
Not your self-centered way of life.
But if I try to pull away from you, I do not have anyone.
No one to be with, no one to protect.
So will I continue to be your support?
Or will I be forgotten?
You Are GoneYou smile but it's only a picture.
You laugh but it's only in my memory.
You kiss me but it's only a forgotten possibility.
You hold me in waking and sleep, but it's only a dream left behind.
Do you remember the day we met?
Do you remember the jokes we used to make?
Do you remember when I cried and you kissed me?
Do you remember when I fell asleep in your arms?
Sometimes I look at your picture and I cry.
Sometimes I relive our dates in my head.
Sometimes I think of all the possibilities we had together.
Sometimes I dream that you're still here with me.
But you don't smile at me anymore.
But you and I don't talk, let alone laugh.
But you will never kiss me again.
But you will never hold me like you once did.
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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