Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…
