Poem #234

The reason why you felt so loved around her
is because she wanted to feel it to but you
were to selfish to see other than your own needs.

Poem #225

You have been standing on my doorsteps
dripping wet from the rain begging for me
to let you in for hours and it seems as
the rain washed away the little brain you
had in your head because you don’t seem to
understand you’re not coming in, you’re not
crossing that line again.

I miss you. I love you. I made a mistake.
If you say another cliché I will go insane.
I can finally see the lies, the betrayal.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” was
your approach to whatever the hell we had.

Despite everything, all of this tonight is still
my fault. I wasn’t careful enough. Please move
a few steps back while I get a lighter so I can burn
my welcome mat. Do you get the message now?

Poem #221

Raise your middle finger up to the sky,
tell them to go and fuck themselves.
Let them call you arrogant and rude.
Good girls get treated worse, why put
yourself through that?

Create your own heaven, find your own bliss.
Fuck him and fuck them.
The only thing you should keep higher than
your standards is that beautiful head.

Our new picture!

Hello guys!

I decided to switch the main picture of the blog because I really wanted Olivia (my typewriter) to be in the pic. I’ve placed the first one right away when I went Premium and changed the blog theme but I never really liked it. I think this one is better. I wish I had someone around who was better at photography because I have a bunch of picture ideas, but can’t realize them on my own. Anyways, do you like it?

 

Poem #204

She was a fire born on a hot summer day.
Her heart was kind but too exposed so it
became a liability. She realized to late
what kind of place the world is and somehow
the fire got burned. There’s ice running
through her veins now. The fire is dying out.

Poem #134

She was the first sip of
coffee in the morning, the
first snow on Christmas,
a kiss when you need it,
a comedy show when you’re
sad, a source of pleasure
late at night. She was
everything sweet and kind and you made her so, so bitter and so, so sad.

Poem #126

They got flowers for her.
They got perfumes and
expensive necklaces for her.
They took her to dinners in fancy restaurants
and to destinations far away but still
she had to remember that one birthday when
you woke her up with coffee and muffins in bed
in order to fake a smile that she was unable
to contain that morning with you in bed.

Poem #124

I was never good in art class but yet
for you I tried to behave as a descendant of Picasso.
I took a canvas and made you a painting
to explain my emotions better, to make you
see how much it hurts when you do some things,
to let you know what I need more of so that I
could feel safe and loved around you.

I thought you were such a good guy because you
tried to understand and tried to be better but then
I realized I was the girl that stooped so low as to
be forced to draw you a map to my heart because
you couldn’t find it yourself. I was handing you everything
I was, everything I am and everything I will be and
you were still wandering without appreciating this gift.

Poem #120

You are going to have to have patience with me.
I am used to relationships failing miserably.
Since I was a kid love was the feeling ending in
punishment, pain is all I expect from it.
If you think it’s hard to read this, imagine how hard
it is to live it. I should tell you that I’ll try to run like
I always do but for once, this time I hope I’ll be stopped.
I hope you read that well between the lines.

Poem #117

I act in a way you’ll never figure out
how much I messed up and how messed up
I am.

Can’t you see how sincere the smile on my face is?
Can’t you feel the sarcasm in the previous statement?
I preach the truth, but I am a lie, an illusion,
a stranger to my own heart, my existence is a
foreign body on this planet.

But I don’t want you to leave so you will never know,
I will never reveal the secrets sheltered under my skin.