Posts
-
beyond repair
i wake up from long nights,
i see your face and i smile.
it hurts my stomach,
it hurts every part of me.
why do you have to see me like this?
i'm ugly, i'm a monster,
-
on and off and on again
The first time
I thought you were the one.
I was just a silly kid
back then.
I longed for no more fights,
and no more misunderstandings.
But to be more than friends,
-
-
i don't care
i don't care about the comments,
about my hair and my clothes.
i don't care what they say,
about my parents, and my home.
i don't care about my books,
-
but what we have is everything
You ask me for dinner,
You ask me for life,
You ask me for help,
Every single night.
You ask me for money,
You know we don't have,
You ask me for everything,
-
everything changed
You were there,
all seven years.
You followed me around,
like a little puppy dog.
You'd ask me to the dances,
and say I was pretty.
You'd compliment my every move,
Loves
-
Secret
It lives in cupped hands
Around sorry ears,
Behind closed mouths shut up tight,
A wrench in the steel factory gears.
A hidden prism refracting light,
Shining through the cracks in firmly pressed fingers.
-
you're on your own, kid
i always have been, ever since the label of
"gifted" was mantled above my head in neon letters,
proudly displaying me to a world where
mediocrity was rejected &
-
-
"Why didn't you ask for help?"
“Why didn’t you ask for help?”
When I didn’t write for weeks
I was asking for help
When I stopped smiling
When I stopped laughing
When happiness became fake
-
Being a Poet
Being a poet
I think to be a poet means
To be one to bleed out
On lined paper
And express the hurt
you must feel.
-
Teenage Delirium (The Dictionary)
B –
Bones (noun pl.)
/bōn/
