Sand Of My HeartYour words were etched into the sands of my heartBut the water from my eyes, the salty tearsWashed them away and your words mean nothing to me now.
Happiness Is FakeEvery smile you give pains my heart For I can't stand seeing you happy.Every tear I shed makes me smileFor I can't stand seeing myself happy.
Library HeartYou checked out my heart like an old used library book.The one on the bottom shelf with a thick layer of dust across its surface.It was from a lack of acknowledgment, a lack of caring, and a lack of understanding.My heart had pages filled with dispair and rage but you took the time to read between the lines.To see past the sorted, misguided past that inked my pages.You took the time to know the story, to memorize the words that screamedAnd the wounds that still oozed fresh blood, sweat, and tears.You checked out my heart with a smile, an excitement dancing inside your eyes.Hands trembling waiting to turn back the cover and see
Up To YouI won't hold my tongue,I'll let emotions run freely.It's up to you to deal with it.
Just RightYou held my hand just right and we fitted together like hand to glove.You held me just right and we fitted together like fitted sheet to bed.You kissed me just right and we fitted together like peanut butter to mouth.You loved me just right and we fitted together... No words left to describe that four lettered word.I love you is 8 letters long but so is bullshit.I guess togetherness was over rated just like love.
FeelMy thoughts have been misfiled into subcategoriesThat my mind can't seem to ever remember.So many emotions to feel but I feel numb today.Can't feel my heart breaking nor can I feel the acid tears burning.Rolling down past my see through smile.The fakeness of it all sickens me to the core.I smile today just to hide beind the sadness that Has etched its way into my bitter heart.I walk in the rain to hide the tears that fallWho would notice the difference anyways?Mascara and eye liner running wild, mixing with the saltiness.My raccoon eyes I'd like to call them.Hiding behind a facade, behind the sadness inside my eyes.T
I Write BecauseI write poetry so I can live to see tomorrow.Because without it I'd be lost inside myselfWith no where to turn.Immersing myself into my fear of deep water Slowly suffocating.
Picture Is Worth...A picture is worth a thousand words.Everytime I look at picturesOf you and I, I crack a smile & cry.Instead of one thousand wordsI've got thousands of tears.
UnfinishedMy body feels so untouched, needing and wanting.Craving a brush of your fingertips against chapped crimson lips.I need you and some how I can't forget you,The memory of you carved into minds wooden dreams.My heart screams silently wanting you here inside It's bloody crannies and dull nooks.
Once Upon A TimeBeing in love with someone who does notFeel the same is hard to say the least.What's worse is once upon a time"I love you" was real and true.How do three little words get flipped aroundTo "I hate you?"Thought we were strong, solid, and sound.No one could touch us and the love we shared.Overnight going from loved to hated.From girlfriend to just friends.In love with a man who is so heartless.Nothing should be felt for himBut the past looms up at meAnd I love him just as much as once upon a time.Bliss of heaven turned to agony of hell.One extreme to anotherBut it's okay.I'll just lay here and suffocate on my he
Tic-Tac-ToeYou play tic-tac-toe with my emotionsFull of x's and o's as you cross out my heartWith x's across its beating veins.