Cheers To A Messed Up Mind

I write things and post them so I guess this is a poetry blog. Cheers to a messed up mind.

[woefuldaughter]

Who do you talk to when no one wants to listen?

s.

[woefuldaughter]

We were happy, apart.

Things End by s.

[woefuldaughter]

I'm worth so much more than the way you made me feel.

I Deserve More by s.

[woefuldaughter]

I don't want your love if the price of it is giving up the love for myself.

Done by s.

[woefuldaughter]

Even if I were to cut my tongue out and place it at your feet you'd step on it, screaming that I was too loud.

Toxic by s.

[woefuldaughter]

You came into my life as a tsunami with every ear piercing siren ringing, telling me to run, and I stood there with my arms wide open as you drowned me in your own sorrow.

I Hate That I'd Let You Do It Again by s.

[woefuldaughter]

I loved, he didn't. When did I become a cliché?

Cliché by s.

[woefuldaughter]

We were an ending from the moment we said "hello".

We Said Goodbye by s.

[woefuldaughter]

he called me princess and held me like I was his world.

Memories by s.

[woefuldaughter]

Life is feeling a bit like the asshole child pulling at the wings of a butterfly in which case life is the child and i’m the dying butterfly.

Excerpt From a Book I'll Never Write by s.

[woefuldaughter]

Tell me you loved me. Even if it was a lie. Even if it was only for tonight. Tell me my name tasted of the sweetest berries instead bitter melancholy. Tell me your lips miss the way it felt to form itself around ever letter. Tell me that your skin still remembers the feeling of mine against it. Tell me the crook of your neck longs to feel my eyelashes flicker against it like a feather. Tell me your hands still find themselves wanting to mold with mine. You told me you loved me, and I knew it was a lie. Tell me you love me I want to hear it one last time.

Journal entry #6 by s.

[woefuldaughter]

Thinking you’re hard to love is a dangerous thought, it poisons your mind and trickles down into your entire being, destroying anything and everything that comes in its way, including the people you love.

You Are Not Hard To Love by s.

[woefuldaughter]

Your hands were home and I shouldn't have loved you when one day home became a noose.

I Made A Mistake by s.

[woefuldaughter]

And you never even had to try at all, tell me, how does it feel to be his world?

Thoughts #19 by s.

[woefuldaughter]

There's something about pictures that intrigues me. They capture the moment exactly and maybe that's why I love photographs so much, because they encapsulate that moment and those people right then and there. At that moment, the fight that left me crying for days hadn't happened, a person in one of those pictures passing away hadn't happened, or my group of friends breaking up hadn't happened. It amazes me how one look at a photograph can bring memories surging to the front of my mind like a rubber band being snapped against my skin; which is equally, if not more painful. I like to look back on photographs and see who I used to be. I tend to imagine what would have happened if I didn't do the things I did following the taking of that photograph. Maybe things would be different. Sometimes I wish I could stay in those moments forever. It's those moments that you long for when you’re upset or lonely at 2 AM. You wish to be able to go back to that day and that moment.

Excerpt From An Essay by s.

[woefuldaughter]

I took you in as if you were a bird with a broken wing, but birds are meant to fly to far away places and so are you.

Don't Let Me Be Your Cage by s.

[woefuldaughter]

You've got a heart of gold but honey you're so poor from giving your love away to all the wrong people.

Hold On To Your Love by s.