Bee.Lover

Bee.Lover

VT

15 years old

Posts

  • My game

    I can't take back what I did.

     But I want you to know that you weren't a game to me, that is just my love. 

    It's sick and twisted and dark and suffocating 

    But it's not meant to hurt you

  • Guitar Girl

    Guitar Girl

     

    She plays guitar 

    She writes songs

    She lives not far

    And I could stay there all day long

     

    She ties back her hair

    And hides her insecurities 

  • Words are not forever

    I can say everything right

    But she'll still never love me

    After that one bad night,

    Now I just want to be free

     

    This isn't about a friend

    Or someone special 

    No texts I will send

  • My light

    You are the light in my life,

    My girlfriend and my love.

    You take away the night,

    And your body fits with mine 

     

    I know you love my poems

    So I will write them for you.

Loves

  • never really love

    What you gave me everyday

    Was never really love. 

    It was toxic, poison, 

    You stained my blood black.

     

    All of your words

    I realize were all lies. 

    Even the ring on my finger

  • lonely thoughts

    I run to the forest, 

    The colors remind me

    Of the color my eyes aren't. 

     

    Your screams are still in my ears,

    They still echo

    Against the blank canvas out here. 

     

  • Standards

    Anxiety is encircling my fingers,

    Every move I feel a twitch. 

    This pain is nothing new

    And now my heart has a stitch. 

     

    I didn't want to break your heart

  • not missing you

    I don't know why I texted you

    Spontaneously last night. 

    Usually I set up some elaborate plan, 

    So I can do everything right. 

     

    You're failing school, 

    Well guess what?—So am I,

  • Guitar Girl

    Guitar Girl

     

    She plays guitar 

    She writes songs

    She lives not far

    And I could stay there all day long

     

    She ties back her hair

    And hides her insecurities 

  • the answer

    "Why are you sad, my dear?"

    My mother asks me again and again, 

    But my mouth won't open; you can't hear

    the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain. 

     

    I can't tell her how hard I yearn