A sweet memory, that's all you can ask someone to be
from a broken heart
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A sweet memory, that's all you can ask someone to be
from a broken heart
Fragment
I give up
I give up
I just don’t pick right
I want you all to myself
But you don’t exist.
I’m too clingy
Lost
Broken
On the floor
Just like the song.
I don’t think I’ll ever fully love myself
I’m a work in progress.
Some days, I have more love than others
Everywhere, that’s what everyone says
love yourself, so someone else can.
But no one loves themselves completely,
Ever.
I just want you to walk in.
And I’ll love you when you can’t love yourself
too
My red stained lips dozens of empty bottles the scent of cigarettes I miss the way you smell your ginger hair I want to scream love me in the air I'll let the warmth inside me put me to bed instead
why was I never good enough
Singing Alone
You never want to say the truth
Just let me slip through
I was never in those hands
What do i have to do
I just want you to see me
Don’t you ever feel me
I never want to say the truth
Heavy hearted tasting skin
I just give it up
What do i have to do
I just want you to see me
Don’t you ever feel me
What are you gonna do
I don’t see you
Just don’t feel you
Dying in these lies
Comfortable
No one knows who I’m talking about when I write, except you and I. Every you that’s implied in this writing is the you thats hurt me.
Crushing Mistake
I liked you
That was my first mistake
I let you come over
That was my second
I let you kiss me
That was my third
My biggest mistake
Was allowing you to make me feel insane
Was letting you make my self-worth waiver
Was letting you make me question if I was worthy
You are not the one for me
Because
I tried so hard to make it work
I had to question what you told me
Because
Your actions always shouted the exact opposite
Hurt Me
Stop hurting yourself It’s not worth it anymore Just let that die before it starts to rot Stop hurting yourself All that hope just eats you up Every letter chews your heart Stop hurting yourself Stupid, stupid girl.
Wednesday
I don’t mind being a fool for you. Because it felt so right but it’s all wrong. You can tell me you feel what I feel, but you don’t, because I’m crying and you’re living your life. And I don’t know what that means. You really broke my heart. It’s all broken and I don’t know what to do with it. It’s never been this bad before. I believed every word you said. I know you hurt because only alcohol drowns you. I feel so stupid. For believing in you. I’m still that dumb little girl, you know. I still live somewhere where fairy-tales come true and the love of my life exists. But that’s all a lie in my head, in the place where I can be anyone I need to be in order to deal. This is the first time my heart has ever been broken. You’re my first love. You are. That’s why you hurt this much. I fell in love with you every Wednesday after class.
You’re the wrong guy again
But you looked so right
And somehow what I’ve gotten
Are more qualities I like
Just another chip in my heart
Read Me
I texted you
Because I had a bad day
And I really missed you in my bed
I texted you
Because I love you
And I hardly know you
And now I’m scared
I texted you
Because I’m all alone
And you make me feel better
And somehow I’m whole
But now I feel like crap
I feel like such crap
I texted you
Because you’re still not here
And this stuffed animal
Doesn’t even smell like you
I wasn’t loved enough. So please don’t lay a finger on my delicate skin. It’s not use to being touched. It might begin to crave what you’re not willing to give. I didn’t get enough contact, enough hugs, kisses, I love yous, I miss yous, I’m proud. So please don’t touch me. Because I don’t know how much I’ll cling to the small shred of affection you’re so foolishly giving away.
Don’t touch me because you’re not going to stay.
I imagine I’m free and then I am through the beat of a song my mind whirls and I’m carried by the breeze of bliss in my blood intoxicating yes, for 4 minutes and 3 seconds I can be me
and the world stops
I have a hard time letting go the way most people do I hope that somehow this makes sense the fact that I’m writing this poem there are so many mixed emotions swirling I feel like these past months have been spent in an enclosed tunnel where I miss your touch but I don't want to be with you where I want to see you but looking at you makes me mad where I miss your voice but hearing it brings back bad memories I'm torn between a sweet place and resentment This is the end of this fragile little thing
break.
I took my time
But I’m not alive
I start to think
I cannot sink
Running to the islands
Of my mind
I want to say that you are real and don’t exist in my surreal - dreamy, dribbled, thoughts. The white parts of my eyes embedded with stars - hoping that somewhere I’ll know when to start. Letting go.
Sometimes I still feel your body next to mine.
But...
You are steady
And I quiver
You knew what love was
And I was new at this
So here we stand on the edge
At the ending
You try to hold on to me
But I keep slipping
I’m not ready
Not when I met you
But you have been the only person
That loves me
So I can’t help but love you too
Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.