Losing.

What a terrifying thing.

Because now I miss my fingers on your skin and the losing sensation of yours against my cheeks....

I don’t understand

how after many falls I still can’t learn.

You would think that after the first guy,

who did ungodly things to me

touched me when he pleased

I would stop looking for love

More after the second guy,

Who did the same thing

and even told me

that I was his side piece

after 6 months.

And you would think that I would learn to stop catching feelings with people I randomly meet....

I would like to know

who took my boomerang

as it flew away

to the other land

did my name erase from it?

maybe it was one of those washable markers

and with the rain it cleaned the name away

but if you see my boomerang

could I please have it back?...

The poison in his lips

on the first kiss

was obsessive to me

Until he ran away

letting me know

he wasn’t mines to keep

but in fact

just another guy

in my bed sheets....

Poison can be labeled as sweet

depending on who gives it...

It’s a mystery

one that not even the brightest minds

could solve

They don’t understand

why the young girl

in the grip of her hand

she had a small gun

Her parents say she was happy

Her momma says she was at her best

Her dad says she was so smart

so strong…

Her friends say that if they knew they would’ve helped her out

and her greatest love says that he loves her so much

So why would the co...

TW: suicide

I’ve been walking for 21 years

my feet hurt and the cuts

on my back

from all those daggers

that they threw at you

don’t seem to heal

I’ve been been walking for 21 years

my feelings seem too real

like my anger

and I can’t find a way to heal her

I’ve been walking for 21 years

and my efforts were in vain

I pushed those satyr man away

but like a hurricane

when the next year ...

My friend Alex and I, when it comes to family, we both have different experiences. I come from divorced parents, with three siblings (one being a step sister) on my dad’s side and one on my mom’s side, they’re all much younger then me so I took care of them often and still do. When I explain this to him, being an only child, he just doesn’t understand the big responsibility of taking care of a kid...

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you hold it carefully?

Or would you drop it just to act playfully?

If you drop it, would you help me pick it?

or would you leave me by myself ?

Would it even break ?

Would my heart be like glass? and cut my hands as I placed it back together, or would it be like plastic? Making loud hollow sounds as it hits the ground.

...

I remember the night I met my tall blonde, wavy haired guy with odd colored pair eyes, one green and one brown. He has freckles on his face and dimples only on one cheek, his body is sport like build but he hates doing exercises, in fact he prefers doing video games or cuddling.

It was pretty cold that night, and I was by myself on my way to a school dance. He placed his jacket over my shoulder ...