Love."So here I am, writing you a love letter, for the millionth time.Love.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You just won't be able to get it this time."
"I can't take it anymore, don't you get that? I'm just this stupid, fat, ugly screw-up that no one loves!"
"I guess I'm no one then "
"Why did you just take my picture?"
"Simple. You're glowing, and it's beautiful."
"Did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"When you finally fell head over heels for him?"
"I can finally say it, after all this time I love you."
"Give me your heart, I'll keep it safe and sound, I promise."
"You're like the moon Pale, mysterious, beautiful "
"You're the most inexplicable kind of beauty. You're desperately beautiful."
""Though it may hurt to have your heart broken in two, that didn't stop me from falling for you.""
"And I'm just so afraid that those 'I love you's' were just what they were words."
"That's the easy part, falling in love. It's what yo
It Drove Us ApartIm writing this on the back of my boarding pass, I left my notebook at home.It Drove Us Apart5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
God, I miss him.
I think Im crazy to, but I do.
My nails are painted black with silver sparkles.
I feel black with silver sparkles.
I feel dead with flashes of hope, happiness, human.
Im afraid well hit rain.
I keep sipping my water.
Its killing my stomach.
I havent eaten since, well, more than twenty-four hours.
I nearly choked on an ice cube.
I was okay with choking.
I WAS OKAY.
I mean, I wasnt happy, but I wouldnt have minded
God, Im sick.
Im lying to myself, again.
Im not alright; I miss him too much.
We cant be friends though.
It was going to happen, I knew that.
I just wish it hadnt happened so soon.
Damn, it was completely pointless.
I got two hours of sleep last night, because of him.
I cried too long.
I didnt cry enough.
I think I made myself cry.
I wanted to feel sad.
Game OverIm looking out the window. Thats all.Game Over5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
This is wrong. Very, very wrong.
Im gazing out his kitchen window, watching the summer grass blow lazily in the wind.
His soft voices echoes in the room, trying to soothe her.
Its so odd hearing his voice like this.
Its usually loud, vibrant, strong.
He sounds so small now.
He doesnt understand what the real problem is. Obviously.
I can hear her low, muttering voice coming from the other end of the line.
I dont care about her, anyway.
Yeah, we talk.
We chat, giggle, smile in that stupid, hesitant way.
That way where neither person is sure of the other's motives.
But we dont care.
My mind flickers.
Im standing in a different kitchen, different house, different time.
Same phone call, same disapproval, same disappointing heartache.
Youre my two favorite girls his voice floats, patient and gentle, only for her to respond ind
Sins of the VirtuousI'm so cold.Sins of the Virtuous4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As is the wind surrounding you.
The earth surrounding you.
The love surrounding you.
Feel the fall air surround you; crushing your heart, slicing your lungs with it's icy claws.
As the blood gushes from your heart,
the only warmth you've felt in so long.
The only warmth you'll ever feel.
The autumn sky is navy. You don't like the color navy.
That's it, you just don't like it, not hate it.
You're cold and empty and lost,
but it's just light enough that you can still see the pain seeping it's way through, drenching your thoughts.
In your pain drenched thoughts you see the world as it truly is.
The saturated browns, and blood soaked reds. You see the ugliness,
the truth, around you.
And its beautiful.
You lick your lips, grimacing slightly as decay fills your nose.
Ecstasy and lust tug at your mind,
depression gnaws at your heart, insecurity slides around uneasily in your stomach. The world starts to envelope you,
humanism falls down on you like simple, small snowflakes,
"It's the Best Placethe house is silent today,"It's the Best Place5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm thinking about you,
and the way you carry your troubles in the bags under your eyes,
and the alcohol running in your veins.
and i couldn't help but notice that you've got bruises in your smile that keep turning purple when the guilt bubbles up,
and your knees are beginning to give into your tight jeans, trying to hold up your heart.
i keep thinking about the way i just want to hold your hand, and wash the needles out of your lungs.
i want to run my hands through your hair, and remind you not let the stars fall from your eyes just because gravity keeps trying to push them out.
you've been sewing your lips shut, and holding your hands in your pockets,
like the fabric could keep you from falling apart.
[maybe it's the only thing that is]
the house is too loud to hear over today,
and i'm thinking about wrapping ribbons around your wrist.
Another TimeI feel sad.Another Time5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I feel annoyed.
I feel angry depressed alone.
I dont know what to feel right now.
I look over at my mother, her face finally cracking, breaking down into a million pieces, her tears as the razorblades. My sisters eyes are like two lakes; murky brown bottom covered in gallons of water, slowing spilling out onto her pale skin.
I turn away. I cant look at them. Im supposed to be the strong one. Ive never shown emotion, never cried, never let sadness envelope me like it does for everyone else. Especially deaths.
If I cried at every funeral, wept over every loss, I wouldnt be able to wake up each morning. Id never move on, Id never be the perfect child. I would still be sitting in the darkness of a basement, my two friends standing over me, watching me pray that Razor lives. He never did. He never does. No matter how many times I replay the phone call in my head, he always dies.