bad poetry

Just a fucked up girl looking for her own peace of mind

[weltenwellen]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

[achelikeiache]

my entire body feels the pain caused by your actions. you avoid me, try to make no reaction.

I can see in your smile and in the way you look at me, that I am someone who you could love easily.

I still smoke, even though i know you hate it. maybe it drives you mad, the fact that I don’t need you to save me.

I keep on dancing in this summer night, while you scream the lyrics of every song you like.

I try to stop thinking about you, because I know that you don’t feel the same. but what if I’m wrong for doing that and all I am causing you is pain?

maybe some day you’ll realize what you have lost, but for now it isn’t too late and there could still be love.

[achelikeiache]

I can still feel your presence in the sheets on my bed

I can still hear you voice telling me I’m out of my head

And I don’t want this feeling to end

Even though you weren’t my lover, you were just a friend

[girldancinginspace]

broken words

9-6-20

[achelikeiache]

My apology

Maybe I should have waited for you that day and hopefully nothing would be the same.

I stopped caring when you started.

I was leaving and you acted

like you didn’t even care. But later you told me you were crying.

And I was trying to feel bad for you, but I was done trying to please you.

To complete you.

I wanted to defeat you

from my mind.

You took up so much space in my brain and I’m sorry for how I acted,

but it was the only way.

[achelikeiache]

You could ruin my life but I’m so desperate for affection that I would still love you honestly, I don’t care if my heart will be destroyed.                     

[achelikeiache]

my state of mind floats between this deep nihilism in which nothing makes sense and the highest spiritual level which makes me believe that crystals and herbs will solve any problem

[achelikeiache]

I’m done sugar-coating my feelings

[achelikeiache]

your state of mind was in small, little pieces

all over the floor, smithereens

you were looking for those type of kisses

you only see on movie screens

[achelikeiache]

my spotify moods

riot grrrl and stuff

dancing in the bathroom while doing your make up before a party. better if you are a little tipsy

you’re in a movie stuck between the 60s and modern times

this is a sad day and all i want to do is be sad

september has come and you’re stuck between feeling hopeless and relieved

this summer isn’t as happy has you thought it would be

happy songs indie kids dance to

you just watched ‘call me by your name’ and you don’t know what to do with your life anymore

witchy songs because everyday is halloween

honestly though, fuck you

tyler durden would probably listen to this

you live in seattle and it’s 1992

[achelikeiache]

oh and fuck all cops.

[achelikeiache]

young girls (tw: ed)

impressionable, understandable

do not eat before you go out, you won’t fit in your dress

do not respond to critics, you’ll seem cocky

do not take up space, you have to remain silent and still

do not seem sad, you’re not a victim

do not stand out, you don’t deserve to be heard

all these rules we learn since our birth

time to end this shit

[achelikeiache]

why would you ever want to change your ideals until you fucking disappear? love won’t help you until you learn to help yourself..fucking delusional.

[achelikeiache]

lovely

I don’t come from a movie

or a book, or a song

I don’t always say the right thing

sometimes I’m wrong

And I worry because if I’m not perfect all the time

no boy will hold my hand

And if my lips are dry

who will kiss them in the end?

My thoughts come from your perspective

based on what you find attractive

Sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever love me

because maybe I’m not lovely

[achelikeiache]

you shouldn’t put your children in the middle of your problems, you know? It’s not like they can always pick one side over the other.

[achelikeiache]

Jamie King by Davide Sorrenti

heroin chic

[achelikeiache]

I guess I was born to feel this way

Shot glasses, cigarettes and pray

Like all my thoughts would fade away

Through some bad habits and all this pain

Because my hands were always stained

Blood, sugar and marmelade

In this room there is no space

I feel trapped inside my cage

While a rush of adrenaline runs through my veins

I forget to clean up all these stains

On the floor

As the door

Stays closed

Because I don’t want you entering this maze