they say forgiveness is a virtue,

but I’d rather keep my anger.

you’re the reason I’ve been so blue;

the reason I hate the songs that were bangers;

you’re the reason I still cry at night;

the reason I see a man and think “DANGER!”

too afraid that he’ll break my heart no matter how bright his light.

I hate you; I wish we were just strangers.

I wish I could forget and move on from the past.

why ...

I wish I was pretty

but not just pretty

beautiful

not just turning heads

breaking necks

dazzling the room

so gorgeous that they aren’t even

able to take their eyes off of me

I want to be that kind of beautiful

to be able to look in the mirror

and smile at my own face

instead of focusing on the imperfections

the acne

the redness

the stray eyebrow hairs

the dry lips

the eyes tired of crying

the une...

I’m tired of this

tired of wondering

if I’m making it all up in my head

if it’s just my imagination running wild

tired of crying

over you

over the past

over things that don’t matter

over things that matter too much

tired of thinking

and overthinking

about you and how it all ended up

tired of asking myself

if you ever even cared

or if I was just desperate

if I was wrong about everything

w...

oh, when I look at you

how my heart starts beating faster

it’s funny how I don’t notice the quiet thump

until you’re by my side

and it’s louder and beats harder

than any other ordinary day

it’s always there

but goes unnoticed

but oh, when you’re close to me

at this rate,

you could probably hear it from there

sitting there,

oh so close

you look at me, talk to me

my brain stops

so does the beat of...

taking her place at the reaping

new stylist, new style, on fire

a pin hidden for safekeeping

the situation was dire

put at stake was her life

she ate her last fulfilling meal

opting for bow over knife

it was all becoming real...

I held his hand tight,

and I wasn’t ever letting go.

but he did....

those hazel eyes are soft, eyes that don’t belong to a killer. maybe I could fall in love with them. maybe. but maybe I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t let my guard down just because he has a pretty face. he has pretty eyes, a perfect smile. he’s one of _those_ guys. you know, tall, hot, popular—chronically online too, I’m pretty sure. he’s outgoing but not as crazy as some of those other guys. he seems ni...

You know what’s crazy? Love. Like, true love. Imagine having someone that’s EVERYTHING to you, that you’d do absolutely anything for. Imagine loving someone that you care about more than yourself, more than your own family. The one. Your soulmate. There are so many names for it, so many stories. But in real life? Actually experiencing that kind of love? How can one be so attracted to another that ...

I want to cry,

but I don’t have time.

I would lie,

but I don’t have the energy.

I’m just done.

but I can’t be done.

I can’t cry.

there’s so much to do,

too much to do,

and no time.

I just want to sleep,

but I can’t even do that.

what’s the point, anyways?

I’ll do something and be happy I did it,

then someone comes along,

and ruins my mood.

“well you didn’t do this so…”

bleh.

I want to cry....

you never asked, but I’m not okay

after what you did to me?

I don’t know if I ever will be

I get it

I do

you realized I’m not who you thought I was

fine

I know it

I know I’m not pretty

I’m not that funny

nor smart

not popular

really awkward

kinda crazy

actually really crazy

but I don’t think I deserve what you did

I know it might not have felt like anything to you

but it did to me

and I still don...