Poems And Shit

PA. 18.

[iamasimpleton]

07:42AM

Why?

-that is the question which pops up like a weasel from it's hole

You ever wonder what you did?

What you did wrong?

Why do you cry? -you ask yourself.

He messed with your head not the other way around.

He ran and tripped himself yet he blamed you when you weren't even there.

That - he called love.

While you have a three day headache he laughs

You sit there and question yourself - he's assertive

I did nothing wrong. I didn't lie nor did I disrespect. - yet I was to blame.

[celestial-cognac]

Put yourself first because people ain’t shit

[iamasimpleton]

04:43AM

Laying here I feel the sheets tightening I feel them go up to my neck My neck goes stiff as I feel my legs coming closer to my chest My chest tightens more and more just as the sheets do The sheets are now double my size My size gets smaller as I curl up I curl up more and more, feeling myself becoming small I become smaller and that’s when I feel it.

“No” I said I told myself I wouldn’t do it. -but I did I said “yes” when in reality I wanted nothing more than to run To run away from you and everything that had to do with you with “us”

I laid in bed with you Damn I did it Though- did not mean I was happy My happiness had nothing more to do with you -but never did My heart broke like the trust you took for granted

I laid mad at myself For letting myself be downgraded In reality- in the real world I was mad at the sheets The sheets wrapped me in warmth and gave me hope. The sheets lied to me. Due to that you lied to me along with the sheets.

[iamasimpleton]

04:37AM

Why don't think I am good? Was it because that ugly boy lied? Why do you sit there and ask your worth? Was it because you gave that ugly boy a chance? Now you sit there and wonder was I pretty enough. Move on. Now you cry and wonder why you COULD NOT be enough. Move on honey. Does this make you feel any better? I know it doesn't. Does yelling at him and making him cry make you feel better. I know it doesn't. You are better. You are good enough. You didn't do anything wrong. You are not to blame for the like he told. I am good enough. No I didn't lie. He did. Moving on I am. But never will I forget how stupid he made me look. How broken I felt because I was better. I was great and I was good enough. I was taken for granted.

[iamasimpleton]

01:38 AM

“Do you think I’ll make it” she asks herself Looking back at her she says “probably not” “Why” “You know why”

There and then she knows that she is not worth it There she realized that if she was she wouldn’t ask Then she thinks about all the disappointment

What now? What is there to do Now is there anything to do

[iamasimpleton]

Can someone explain why i must wear a skirt

why must i wear what will cover who i am

must i really wear what you see fit?

Because I have a vagina does not I prefer dresses and cute blouses

Because I am me i love pants

I am me because i wear what I want. 

I am not your dress up doll

I am me and I wear what i see fit

Im going to prom so i must wear what every other girl wears

I am a girl so i must have long hair

What if i l am tired of long hair? what if i am unhappy because i cannot show my style, my individuality?

Do yo not care if im depressed?

Do you not care if i am unhappy or if i feel trapped in my own self?

You think because i wear pants i am a lesbian?

You think because i really like tuxes that i want to be a boy?

how cruel are you

how ignorant must you be to have such a closed mind

why must you be so close minded when I am so open and carefree.

[iamasimpleton]

05:47AM

Caught in a lie is what I am Maybe he’s the lie Maybe I am the lie Are these tears even real? Are these thoughts gonna stop? Caught in a lie Can I go back to how it was Can I got back to being pure Can I get out of this lie Why do I feel the need to lie To say I’m okay when everything had gone to hell. Caught in a lie is not what is wished for.

[iamasimpleton]

02:33

As I lay in my bed of nails I find comfort As I lay on my soft bed I wonder what it's like to feel love As I lay on my feather bed my mind wonders

I wonder what will it be like I wonder if he’s thinking of me I wonder why I feel this pain

I don’t know why I don’t know how I don’t know for what

Why do I feel as the breeze passes through my damaged skin Why do I feel like a vacant turtle shell Why do I feel the need to be the funny friend

I want to cry I want to laugh I want to simply be okay

I am not me I am not this I am what I am

My heart aches My head wanders My lips don’t move

[iamasimpleton]

01:16AM

Looking I see nothing Turning ever so swiftly as to catch a glimpse Fully on my side I see the shadow of what I couldn't see-I wait. No move. No breath. Turn as fast as lighting nothing Turn around , shadow Turn back no shadow What the hell I ignore it Ignore it's reflection Then boom gone.. Just gone - I ignore I turn on back with a sigh At least it's gone I close my eyes and open then as I turn my head Bam! Staring me right in the eyes "You thought I left"

[iamasimpleton]

04:20 AM

A simple smile what a delight it is Feeling as if your arms were around my frail body As if I had your legs wrapped around mine Focusing on your eyes as they smile up at me sleepily And you smile and say "morning sweetheart" I can not fathom the day that you won't be there The day you won't say "sweetheart" after every sentence I can almost hear you silky voice right in my ear Almost like a breeze's whisper "Sweetheart" All I want is the warmth that you behold Something I've never had All I want When will you be able to hold me? When will you come call me sweetheart when you awake? When will I smile?

[iamasimpleton]

01:52

All of the people staring Not knowing that we are having the fine of our lives “How ignorant” they may say

As I taste the softness that is your lips The little hint of menthol from Newports hits my tongue I grin as my coffee stained lips go over yours again and again

We both grin as your hands caress my cheek My hands cheeky as they are grab hold of your posterior Your little groan as I squeeze makes my head race

When we pull away I see stars and you see nothing The fire is gone yet the crave remains. The people around us wishing we would get a room Wishing they were the teenagers kissing in public with more passion than they’d ever have. I see stars but you see nothing The passion would be a lie The desire well that’s different

[iamasimpleton]

A passion for K-pop is harvesting.

[iamasimpleton]

00:00

I don’t know what you’ve been told Nor do I care What am I to say? I know who you are I know what I love about you I cannot say what they say- I’m not them

What I know is you’re beautiful I really care I don't know who you will be For now I know who you are And I love every second of it Ignore them listen to me I will tell you what they won’t

[iamasimpleton]

04:30

I am over you Please tell me a story I don’t need you Please come hold me I don’t care for you Please don’t leave me alone I could care less what you do Please don’t hurt me again I want you to go away Please stay I want you to fuck off Please never let go I want you to never speak to me Please sing me a song I hate you Please I love you

[iamasimpleton]

01:49AM

You are too big So she cut away the disgust You are not the standard So she covered the masterpiece

You are not not strong enough So he went to gain strength You are not tough enough So he wiped away his tears

You are not me You are not my maker So I will not listen So I will be what you are not.

[possessivesuggestion-blog-deact]

what is it you value most? what aspect of yourself makes you you?

[silverprincesuggestions]

My passion. It’s all I need in life.

[defiantsuggestion]

My defiance. It’s the fire that keeps me alive when I should be dead.

[waywardangelsuggestions]

My wings. They are all I have of home.

[human-suggestions]

My scars. It’s the only proof I have that I lived and felt once.

[heart-suggestion]

My blood. It’s proof that I am real and I live on.

[spellboundsuggestion]

My words. They’re the only thing that help in keeping me grounded.

[corporeal--corvid]

My eyes. They keep me looking forward to a better future.

[shadowycreaturesuggestion]

my shadow. it proves that i truly exist.

[arrogantsuggestion]

My sense of humor. I can have a good time, and simultaneously laugh in the face of any fuckers I want.

[iamasimpleton]

My legs, they keep me moving forward. Sometimes even backwards if I need to.

[peeyonce-deactivated20200120]

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