ten things i should have told you when i was sad by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
Literature
ten things i should have told you when i was sad
i never could tell
if i was in love with you
or the feeling i got
when i was high with you.
sleep
was the only form of
tranquility.
- indecision.
- fake smiles.
- monotony*.
*boredom of sorts
i exist without this body
in a form you have never touched
- that you never believed in
and that makes me feel whole.
dancing seems such innocent
harmless fun
you changed albums
lyrics
artists
to future torture.
imagining a future with you
is a place i felt i never belonged.
you showed me
i can express myself as unapologetically
as you expressed your distaste
of the color purple.
hazy days remind me of you.
i'll sti
ten things i probably should have told you by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
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ten things i probably should have told you
i know you hated when we fought
but it's the only time
i ever felt genuine passion between us
i don't think i've ever missed you once,
i think i miss the idea i had of you
i was okay with you not loving me
but what made me feel the need
to shred my arms with anger
was you whispering your love to another girl
when you said "we grew distant,"
i saw it more as "i want to die more and more each day
and you haven't noticed my detachment from life"
i believed you when you said you loved me
the first time
the second time
the four hundredth time
but the last time was anything but sincerity
you were so childish in the sense
you thought when i wa
I never thought I would miss the way
you made me drink away my pains
How I got so drunk that night, I ran away
and did not remember waking up in his arms
Or how I wanted to cry every night
you told me you loved me
and kissed my cheek
Because I only knew you were wishing it was
her cheek,
her hair,
her smile
You were wishing you were with somebody
who loved you back
And for no reason, I began to cry.
I had nothing to cry about;
this is where I am guilty.
Flowers are growing
where you planted your kisses.
Cheeks ache from laughter,
and smiles.
And love.
Am I so selfish
that I ache for more than love?
What better is there than love;
what possibly is causing these rainclouds
in both my eyes and my mind?
It is my own fault
that I broke my very own heart,
waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among Roses by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
Literature
Dandelions Among Roses
Although I am the south
and your daisies are the north,
my petals are no less than shooting stars,
for have you not said a flower is a flower?
Tell me then, why must I perish?
I try my best at glamour,
yet I am still nothing to you
compared to roses.
Tell your gardener to go;
we are not friends, he and I.
His hands are the devil,
and his jars hold the devil's heart.
As summer grows old,
he rains the devil's tears among us.
Although you may say a flower is a flower,
what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
My Love,
This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madness
in one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostitutes
look so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,
the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave?
I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars.
That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war.
The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight.
Oh, how many battles could we end with each
Why stay?
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
Temptations and Desires by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
Literature
Temptations and Desires
What do you want?
...What do I want?
I want to love you.
I want to love you
like you say you love me.
I want to please you,
as I am a people pleaser.
How could I possibly say no?
You're here in front of me,
hurting with your life.
I don't know who I am -
God knows who I am.
If only he could reign His truth
upon my soul.
If only, then I could tell you
what I truly want.
(...It isn't you.)
Once upon a time, there was a man.
He made me smile like no man can.
He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,
But then he found out I was into whips.
And off with my heart he ran.
ten things i probably should have told you by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
Literature
ten things i probably should have told you
i know you hated when we fought
but it's the only time
i ever felt genuine passion between us
i don't think i've ever missed you once,
i think i miss the idea i had of you
i was okay with you not loving me
but what made me feel the need
to shred my arms with anger
was you whispering your love to another girl
when you said "we grew distant,"
i saw it more as "i want to die more and more each day
and you haven't noticed my detachment from life"
i believed you when you said you loved me
the first time
the second time
the four hundredth time
but the last time was anything but sincerity
you were so childish in the sense
you thought when i wa
I never thought I would miss the way
you made me drink away my pains
How I got so drunk that night, I ran away
and did not remember waking up in his arms
Or how I wanted to cry every night
you told me you loved me
and kissed my cheek
Because I only knew you were wishing it was
her cheek,
her hair,
her smile
You were wishing you were with somebody
who loved you back
And for no reason, I began to cry.
I had nothing to cry about;
this is where I am guilty.
Flowers are growing
where you planted your kisses.
Cheeks ache from laughter,
and smiles.
And love.
Am I so selfish
that I ache for more than love?
What better is there than love;
what possibly is causing these rainclouds
in both my eyes and my mind?
It is my own fault
that I broke my very own heart,
waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among Roses by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
Literature
Dandelions Among Roses
Although I am the south
and your daisies are the north,
my petals are no less than shooting stars,
for have you not said a flower is a flower?
Tell me then, why must I perish?
I try my best at glamour,
yet I am still nothing to you
compared to roses.
Tell your gardener to go;
we are not friends, he and I.
His hands are the devil,
and his jars hold the devil's heart.
As summer grows old,
he rains the devil's tears among us.
Although you may say a flower is a flower,
what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Why stay?
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
Temptations and Desires by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
Literature
Temptations and Desires
What do you want?
...What do I want?
I want to love you.
I want to love you
like you say you love me.
I want to please you,
as I am a people pleaser.
How could I possibly say no?
You're here in front of me,
hurting with your life.
I don't know who I am -
God knows who I am.
If only he could reign His truth
upon my soul.
If only, then I could tell you
what I truly want.
(...It isn't you.)
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe? by xXDearxMyAngelXx, literature
Literature
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?
Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?
Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.
I always trip and I always fall,
But worse than that, worst of all,
When I was born, I hit my head.
"He won't grow at all," the doctors said.
So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.
I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.
When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,
My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.
No one else helps; all they do is stare.
"Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.
So one day when I was all alone,
I decided to go out, all on my own.
I slowly crept from our large herd
Without even a single goodbye as a word.
I ran away from
The struggles of his own
disappear beneath his smile,
replaced by sense of unknown hope.
Giving up is an option,
a door always open,
but he glances through,
and quickly moves on.
An optimist?
He is not.
No, he does not see light
through cracks of darkness,
does not see sunshine
in the black of the night.
This man knows where to search, though,
how to find sunshine
after tornadoes reined their fury.
Many doubts,
many insecurities,
as if their stones meant something
when spoken by poison lips
set out kill.
He will not defeat,
nor be defeated.
Rocks may be thrown,
sticks and stones,
but come morning,
he's no longer deaf
Sometimes the beginning feels just like the end.
And the end feels just like the beginning.
It seems this small wave of bliss is a never ending tsunami.
How did this happen? my father would ask,
a hint of anger in his voice.
Vulnerability is the biggest weakness.
I feel so weak, yet I feel so powerful.
How do two opposites coincide?
What is it that draws us to our exact parallel?
What to call this feeling...
There is no word to describe it; ecstasy, intoxication,
euphoria, maybe even madness. There all somewhat it,
but not quite. How do you describe a feeling that doesn't exist?
It's greater than the intelligence of the keenest
Once upon a time, there was a man.
He made me smile like no man can.
He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,
But then he found out I was into whips.
And off with my heart he ran.
Why stay?
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
I would REALLY appreciate it if you could help me.
It would take like, 30 seconds of your time.
Go to this http://thewritersmeow.deviantart.com/journal/poll/3420717/ and vote for my poem "Boston."
It would be really nice. c:
Inform me if you do so I can say thank you!
Having a rough life lately..
I relapsed on cutting after almost 6 months of being clean.
I've been starving myself and purging what food I do eat.
And worst of all, the binging. It makes me feel horrible. .-.
I think I just need someone for support.
Jesus, I need to get skinny...