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I’m going to quit you,
like the bad habit you are.


You’re a vice,
both constrictive
and a weakness.
You’ve already wasted so much of my time.

So I’m quitting you,
like the bad habit you are.
Cold turkey.


And I don’t believe I’ll regret it.
No more writing about you, wasting time thinking about you.
Poet Apr 21
Her
Tell me about her
They say
What was the best memory
They ask
Well,
It was the way her eyes crinkled at the corners even when she wasn’t smiling
The way she’d say what she thought when she’d think it
The way she sung Christmas carols knowing they fell upon deaf ears
The way we’d gossip about unruly kids
Without her knowing I was one of them
I miss you
But you’re someplace I can never go
A place I don’t know if I’ll ever know
  Apr 19 Poet
Blue Sapphire
I am broken,
don't fix me.
If you find me in pieces,
don't collect me.
I am replaceable,
just replace me.
It's quite easy.
Poet Apr 17
Dad
I know how to deal with you now
How to handle your fragile masculinity
How to say what I want to say
Without giving you something to use against me
I know this isn’t how it’s supposed to be
It’s not how family’s work
But because I know that
I know that mom will always take your side
I know she doesn’t mean it
She doesn’t realize how you treat me is different than how you treat her
I know I shouldn’t have to watch my words
I should be able to tell you anything
I should be able to be happy when I finally see you after forever
But I find myself happy when your gone
I can’t explain it
I love you
But I don’t like you
And that’s how it’s always going to be
Because you don’t like confrontation
And I don’t like when you hurt me
Dad,




























Please stop hurting me
Poet Apr 10
L&H
I loved you
But I never
Loved your actions
Your hate
Your hurt
I hate you
your ‘love’
I hate it
The way you say I’m your world
Then push me into the raging currents
Because you say it
I think you hate me
But it’s a lie
We’re in ‘love’
The way you think it’s love
I hate it
I hate you
This is my attempt at a reverse poem
Poet Apr 10
They always tell me
Your mature for your age
Your an old soul
But though my skin grows
And it will wither
My soul is the same
I’m not a kid
I’m not a teen
I’m not an adult
I may seem mature now
But soon
I’ll be childish
When I’m older
You’ll ask why
Can’t
You
Grow
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