It's not what you said,
But the silence you left
That cut through me
Like a knife.

Remember when we used
To talk all night?
I miss that.

In my dreams you love me too.
In my dreams you never leave.
In my dreams we are happy together.
In reality you are
Gone.

I am a light switch.
Instead of on or off,
It's I love you
Or
I hate you.

I try to chose my words carefully because
One wrong word can change
The whole meaning of the
Cranberry.

How do I keep tripping
Over something that is
So far behind me?

It's funny how you can lose someone
Who was never even yours.

Don't give up on her.
If you give up on her,
She will give up on her too.

You are beautiful,
You are breathtaking
You are quirky,
You are funny,
You are unique,
You are awkward.
You are weird
You are loveable.
You are you,
And you is pretty
Damm spectacular.

No one ever sees the signs until it's
Too late.

Standing late at night,
Your arms wrapped tight around me
It all stopped falling

It was in that moment
In the middle of the street
Late at night,
When my world was falling
Apart that you put
Your arms around me,
And for a second I thought
That maybe everything
Would be okay.

As the butterfly fades
So does my promise.

I used to spend my nights
Talking to you.
Now I spend them alone
Listening to sad music
Reading sad poetry.
Blood dripping down my hands,
Thinking about all the things
I would give to be in
Your arms.

Mirror mirror on the wall
How much longer must I fall?
When will the night fade to day
When will the sadness go away?
When will my house feel like home again
When will all the secrets end?
When will I find someone to love me
When will this life stop being lonely?
I don't know how much more I can take.
My mind's a levee that's starting to break.

Sometimes I get lost.
I want someone to
Help remind me
Of who I really am

I'm not always this
Messed up.
I promise.
I'm not always this
Insecure.
I promise.
I'm not always this
Hard to love.
I promise.
But I will always be there
For you.
I promise.

I just want it all
To go away.

How do I make it
All go away?

I find it interesting
That I write almost nothing
But goodbye poems on
A website called
HELLO Poetry.

They say scared keeps you
Alive.
Maybe that's why I feel so alive
When I'm with you

Roses are red Violets are blue
I don't know if I can make it through
Because the roses are wilting the violets are dead
And nothing will silence the thoughts in my head
The sky isn't clear, the sun no longer shines
The blood in my veins is no longer mine
The days are long and as dark as the night
The thoughts in my head no longer happy and bright.
The tears stream down my face and off of my nose
as I cry in the places no one ever goes.
I want it to stop, I want it to end
I don't think I can go through this again.
I can't help but feel that I'd be better off dead
The roses have wilted the violets are dead.

I'm spiraling so fast
That I can't grab onto
Anything

My life is a game
Of jenga.
The blocks are everything I love
But the tower is falling
So fast.
And the pieces bounce off
Of my hands as I try to catch them.
At the end of the day
I have nothing.

If I had a dollar
For all the times I
Cried myself to sleep
This month.
I'd buy a movie ticket
To the movie we were
Supposed to see together.

My world is falling apart at the seams.
I thought that I had you,
But I guess I stand



Alone.

The moon
Was the only thing
To ever see
Her scars.

I'm sick of pulling the petals
Off of flowers
That you didn't give me,
Trying to figure out
If you like me.

I'm done with
Pulling the petals
Off of flowers.
Trying to figure
Out if you like me,
When I already know
The answer.

She looked death
Right in the face,
Smiled and said
"Not today".
The image of him
Draining away
Along with her stash
Of pills.

Hello Poetry
The only place,
My thoughts
Can roam free.

If you could see yourself
Through my eyes,
You would never again
Question your beauty.

You say that you are insignificant.
When compared to the whole
Of the world,
And the universe.
You say you don't matter.
But darling,
To me, you are my world.
You are my universe.

No matter what time
No matter what life
I will find you,
And our souls can become
One again.

Help me ease
My troubled soul.

Will you write me
A poem?
Something for me to read
When you're gone
And the days get lonely
And the nights become long?
Will you write me
A poem?
For when I cannot Love myself?
Will you write me
A poem
To show that you care?
So that we can last until the end
Of time
As words
On paper.

If you were an artist
How would you sketch me?
With dark colours
But carefree pencil marks?
If you were a writer
How would you describe me?
Would you use sweet words
But meaningful ones?
What do I look like to you?

Now we've faded away
Into yesterday's
Fairytales.
But I know the reality
You'll be just fine without me.
While I spend my days getting
Wasted.

So let's curl up on the couch
I'll grab my ukulele
And play you pretty songs,
While you sing along

That night was flawless
And filled with magic.
I'm so glad I got to spend it
With you.

When did the world
Start determining
Your beauty?

I think our lucky number is
17.
Age 17,
17 pictures,
17 kisses,
On the 17th of
July.

You were one of the best things,
And I ****** it up.
So I'll numb my mind,
With whatever it takes.
Even if it kills me.

Someone please tell me
What to do.
I seriously can't take
Any more.
I'm giving up.

She kisses her demons
More than she kisses
Actual boys.

As of right now
There is only one thing
I want.
And that is you.

I hate myself for what I've done.
I promise I will get better.
I promise I will try harder.
I promise I will BE better.
Or just say the words
And I will let you go
Forever.

Your words were poison.
But I drank them anyway.
Your touch on my skin,
Almost a week later and I'm
Still trying to wash it off.
I thought you changed.
Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me.

Give me something
Worth living for.

I didn't realize
How long I had walked
Through life numb,
Until you came along, and
Suddenly,
I felt
Everything