Secret KeeperYou tell me to trust you,Secret Keeper5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you'll keep my secrets safe.
I play it safe and start small
I tell you about my low self-esteem
And tell you that you can't tell
But you go and tell others my secret.
You wanted to be my secret keeper
But I can't even trust you with a minor one
To be a secret keeper you can't tell,
You need to be a good friend
And keep secrets secret
The trust you wanted had to be earned,
Yet you expected it to be blindly given
By a girl that's only known pain.
Acting as you have makes it harder to trust
My love that I had for you is no more,
Farewell my friend, you can't be my secret keeper forever more.
BruisesYour hands are bruised againBruises4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm wrapping you up with pretty words and bandages
because you're so ugly
while I'm just horrible and horribly attracted to horrible people.
I see your skin
of yellow, purple and green
and your tired dreamer eyes
in all the photo frames
hanging on the walls of this prison you dressed up as a home.
I heard from the woman next door that
your smile is pretty but rare
and the man across the hall said
it runs in the blood and he may be right because
I've seen your blood running.
You push and swallow all your problems
because your mother never told you how to let go.
I don't believe she even knew how
because she loved that man to the day she died
even though he left her for Angeline and
he left Angeline for Augustine
and after that there was Alicia
and last I heard he was living with an Amelia
somewhere in America.
Maybe he had a problem with holding on.
I'm sure you would know better than me.
Sometimes I think
waking up next to innocencemaybe one day i'll returnwaking up next to innocence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to find you're still so intoxicating
but you're breathing colourful lies through your teeth
and we're rotting from the inside out.
i'm crawling under your skin,
you've got a lot of nerve.
we don't see eye to eye
so maybe i should scrape down
to your level.
these eyes won't work for some hours now
and these hands
are taking the time we've got left
and strangling the familarity out of it
because it hits too close to home.
i can't tell time and it can't tell me
if i'm half-past where i was.
good evening. good bye.
i'd want to be next to you
if we could wake up as innocent as children again.
the sunday morning effectthe sadness fades awaythe sunday morning effect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from your eyelids, drips off
like the sunday morning effect on your lips.
the airwaves between you and me
can't carry the weight of your words,
so stop talking.
at least to me.
your words are too warm
and i don't want to get comfortable
next to you
because i just don't believe in miracles anymore.
and just so you know,
i'm perfectly okay with that,
because i knew what was truth
before the stars were drawn out across the skies.
these sunday mornings press warmer days into my palm
and i'm starting to understand
that you understand
the laws of attractions just as i do.
we're just beginners in this thing called love.
because we thought we knew what was truth
before the stars started burning out across the skies.
ConversationsAnd she saidConversations4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"In your heaven, there is pain
and inside of me there is a hell
I have seen as much as one thousand eyes
and I've spoken with the tongue of the devil.
I walked so far trying to find you
and it's worn down my spirit.
You've always been this phantom in my mind".
And I said
"You were the rain, a storm
I had been waiting on for a hundred years.
A violent and sudden hurricane
that I felt right down to my bones.
I was this ghost of a person while
you were this vicious contrast,
a contradiction of fragility and strength
that fit some how into my reality".
Love Can't Be Simple Can It?GLove Can't Be Simple Can It?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not a choice
It's not an option
If it was
Do you think anyone would pick it?
I mean, come on.
You'd totally choose to be an outcast
Hated and feared
Mistreated and scared
Not knowing how any single person might react
A friend might turn on you
A parent could kick you out
Your sibling could hate you
Any random person could beat you up
Just for being who you are
irrational fear of, aversion to, or discrimination against homosexuality or homosexuals
According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary
Unneeded and hurtful hate, fear, violence and pain caused by one person to another because of who they like and love
According to me
another way to breathe revisiti find myself running back to youanother way to breathe revisit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have no other place to go
you don't have to remind me
God Is Watching.
maybe I needed
a place to belong
more than i ever needed Him
when her hands grab my wrists
i'll be thinking of something different
don't let me fall alone.
from my place
face down in the dirt,
i'm wishing you were here.
maybe it's meant to be this way
with nothing left to say
we fall upon creaking beds
in cheap hotel rooms.
These Walls Are Talking Back.
i hate the way
we run away,
needing us to stay right here.
with concrete hearts,
the night comes and I'm still breathing
this prophecy is proven wrong.
i know your disappointment.
when time bends and i break,
in my lack of breathing,
you'll find solace
Numbersi.Numbers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She looked at me in the bathrooms, in the company of taps and mirrors.
She and her many perfect reflections smiled and waved.
All I saw was large beckoning claws and a grin reserved the most terrible of monsters.
What am I made of? I'm made of brittle bones and hesitant smiles and knotted thoughts and I-don't-know's. It's a wonder how all of these things could actually add up to a person.
I had a dream that I was falling but when I hit the ground in my dream, I didn't wake up.
A girl at school called me a monster.
That night, the tips of my fingers bled and my skin shone pink from when I'd pounded my fists into the walls and floorboards of my bedroom and scratched at my arms.
I wonder if she could tell that there's a monster growing inside as well.
I woke up next to tangled thoughts and the feeling of exhaustion.
I like being alone but I don't like the loneliness.
Not all the time.
Even in my dreams, I am sad.
sharing lungs among ex-friendshome.sharing lungs among ex-friends5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's so much emotion,
we all drown.
these mood swings could bring this house down
on all of us.
the coffee drips down my hand
i gotta keep moving.
the room is cold
but my skin feels hot, feels prickly.
like i've got pins and needles
beneath my skin.
i wish i could scratch it out.
you said we wouldn't stay long
but the night goes on.
halo 'round the moon.
candles flicker, the warmth showers.
and there's reflections of orange off empty cans.
scotch on the table,
looking like apple juice.
music plays off the stereo
people are tripping over their feet.
it's barely nine.
i never want to be drunk.
i'm not over-reacting.
you're a bitch.
the library: like a second home.
printed words are better friends.
i'm sick of all this sentimental crap
you throw between you two.
with-holding the urge
to tell you to just fuck already.
see you later.
[fake smiles, don't s
the art of fallingyou're not who you used to bethe art of falling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i guess that brings me down.
these autumn times find me
dreaming and maybe
i can't stop
f a l l i n g
i don't ask,
you won't be home tonight.
and so, i'll sleep
alone in a bed made for two
remind me, why do
f a l l i n g
a word of advice,
don't hold your breath.
perfection is terrifying
but maybe we'll find a way around it
to perfect this art of
f a l l i n g.
can you feel the pulse,
beneath your fingertips.
can you feel me
f a l l i n g
forever's a long time
and we just can't reach,
our time on earth is swaying;
lost souls wrapped in winter.
time takes it's toll and
f a l l i n g
so far from you,
i'm finding home
next to someone else.
i didn't want to wake but
i can still hear the rain
f a l l i n g
the things of sweet and goldenover steaming cupsthe things of sweet and golden5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of caffeinated drinks,
(i sipped coffee
but you always preferred tea)
you speak to me
as if we were equal,
as if i could measure up
to who you are.
the words were but fragments
that slipped off your tongue
but that may just be
the cigarette's talking.
your voice sticks
in my mind,
in my heart,
and trickles down my throat
like warm honey.
(i never particularly favored it
but maybe it was because
i'd be stung
too many times to trust
the things of sweet and golden)
the windows fog with desperation
and rain paints trails
of lost conversation.
my tongue is sticking
to the roof of mouth
and i believe
i'm falling in love
Girls Can Lie TooThey say, "Boys can lie" and I see it's trueGirls Can Lie Too5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now that I find out little things about you,
Like how you only used me as a toy
And plucked my heart's strings to destroy.
With no respect for a broken heart
You begged as you pulled me apart.
Apologies and healing cuts
You stuck with me down in my rut.
You said three words and gave a smile
And I believed you for a little while,
And I know I said, "I forgive you,"
But girls can lie too.
The Last Thing I NeededThey forget to mentionThe Last Thing I Needed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how cold it was,
how your legs were pale and twisted in your sheets.
They don't talk about the tear-tracks on your sunken cheeks
or the purple marks on your paper eyelids.
They don't talk about how you were alone in the end.
It's not nice-
to die alone.
Two days after your death,
I woke up with a sheet over my mouth-
the feel of loss that clings to my bones and
the familiar weight of your clothes on my skin.
There were bad days;
the ones where you'd throw your words back
and then drink them down. Afterward we'd stumble home
on blistered feet and fall asleep unhappy.
You'd wake up at dawn and spill your secrets onto the floor
and cry when you couldn't put the pieces of your
life back together again.
I'd pull you back into bed with me and
our knees would brush. You were always cold.
Your Love Is Nails In My FeetI laughed before I remembered I wasn't supposed to be happyYour Love Is Nails In My Feet3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and let myself believe again before I had pulled my fists from the dirt.
I dug up my spine and bit back my words
and waited for the rain to turn my skin to rust.
I take my time and learn to love the tremors of your body
and memorize the names of the ghosts pressed into the cracks of your bones.
I unhinge your fingers from the edges of wooden tabletops,
frighten away the monsters in your bed
and try to remember the last time I saw your eyes open.
I didn't know unhappy you really were
until your tears were all I saw
and you asked me to tell you that there's more than this,
that there is so much more to being human.
I wish I did.
I should have told you
angels and constellationsThere's cracks in the bedroom ceiling.angels and constellations5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we looked up from our place on the ground as we slept on hard-wood floors
and claimed we could pin-point certain constellations
and we were dragging black crayons between the lines
because (for the first time) we wanted to prove something to ourselves.
We weren't out of minds just yet.
we shifted the bed to the other side of the room
and moved the dresser in front of the window;
to block out memories of the outside and all the hurt we'd felt before.
we'd sweep up dust-angels and watch them follow our lungs down.
We weren't ready to leave just yet.
incense would burn holes in our eyesight and fog our common sense
and we'd watch the smoke twist around our fingers all night long.
we were twirling and swirling and curling our toes
beneath the summer sun and glow of artificial light until we couldn't feel a thing.
i don't think we could support ourselves.
There's cracks in the bedroom ceiling.
and you left behind a letter addressed to what you saw in m
no refundstake. take. take.no refunds5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'll allow you to burrow holes into me,
if you need a place to feel safe and warm
but remember to give something back.
i don't want to be left with nothing again.
because i don't want to be nothing
part-time friendi have yet to find somethingpart-time friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that adequately describes what it felt like
to lose you.
anorexia of the heartAnorexia is buried inside your heart.anorexia of the heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it growling, groaning,
in your touch.
it's starving you, depriving you
of smiles, kisses, embraces
and nights spent with a hand in yours.
You hide in the darkness
and bide your time weighing
the pros and cons of love.
the cons outnumber but they don't outweigh.
Your heart feels heavy with loneliness
but you say you can fix that
if you just try a little harder.
one day, it'll be as light as a feather
when it's beating in his hand.
You won't feel as bad when heartbreak rolls in on a red-carpet
because you were never given the golden ticket
of feeling like this.
First Impressions Are My FaultYou told meFirst Impressions Are My Fault4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You're nothing like what I thought you were"
but I used to be your everything
so I'm not sure where this leaves me.
don't forget, you're beautifulthere's this girl i know, she's beautiful.don't forget, you're beautiful5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she'd smudge black and blue
beneath her skin
and tell herself us it didn't hurt
[even when it did.]
there's this girl i know, she's beautiful.
she likes to flutter her eyelashes like the wings of butterflies
and pump golden sunshine from her heart
[the bones leaves go crunch with every step.]
there's this girl i know, she's beautiful.
her shoulders are strong like mountains but she's not unmovable;
her ribs are longer than they should be
and there's something strangely poetic about that
[but she's a master of hide-and-seek.]
there's this girl i know, she's beautiful.
her smiles and the laughter hits ceiling tops.
she's struggled for what she's now got
and she deserves every second he gives her.
[she just needs wants to be happy.]
these girls i know, i don't deserve.
they're beautiful and nothing can will ever change that.