I’m Alana, an aspiring nyt bestseller 🤞 for a poem book. I’m the one taking the photo, and I lost my other acc but it is the first acc I followed on this one and it’s just “Lani”.
I’m Alana, an aspiring nyt bestseller 🤞 for a poem book. I’m the one taking the photo, and I lost my other acc but it is the first acc I followed on this one and it’s just “Lani”.
I lost you and I found you
I hurt you and I douced you
Douced in my cologne
The scent lingered on your clothes
The feeling of your hair
I wish it was still there
I love your smile
Although I haven’t seen it in awhile
I miss your voice
and how you could never make a choice
I hope you miss me too
And I hope you can cope
I know its selfish
but I hope that you don’t...
Her out of anyone anywhere
You chose her?
That total nightmare
You threw me aside like a pile of shit
Why did you have to tell me right after we split
I know you feel sad
Broke
Hurt
And bruised
Just know I feel bad
Fucked
Ruined
And used
Not for you not at all
You wouldn’t have hurt me
If you felt anything you would have called
I know she’s pretty
I know she’s smart
I know she’s everyt...
Everyone always says I was brave because I didn’t die when I tried to kms
but I wasn’t brave
I wasn’t tough
I was weak and broken
but then I remembered the ones who saved my life before
Whilst sitting in my bed at 4
With a pills scattered across the bed
And the bottle in my right hand
I held my baggage on my back
The screeching in my head
My dignity down the drain
And the tears on my tee ...
I no longer want to see the sadness on my face
I no longer want to let it glow
I no longer want to hurt my friends
With nothing left to show
I no longer want these scars
The ones placed on my arm
I no longer with the stress
The stress of being fake
I no longer want the late nights
I no longer want the big fights
I no longer want the messy room
Leaving me with all gloom
But I want a lifetime of...
He was raised on the Internet, football, beer, and sex
She was raised on, a need for attention, YouTube, and ulimeted access to sissors
He looked for a meaning of life
She looked for romance
His life was, meaningless kissing, party’s that he didn’t find amusing
Hers was letting people trick her into fake love
He wanted something important, long lasting, slow
She wanted the exact same th...
If she was a color she would be the rainbow
Because she has everything
Red for anger when I say something out of pocket and she gives me a scrunched up face and then chases me around and for her firey red curls
Orange for happiness whenever I see her smile or when she shakes her finger in my face and says “nuh uh uhhh”
Yellow for joy when she gets exieted about something and she jumps up and...