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Dec 2016 · 589
white lie
ms Dec 2016
im okay.
Dec 2016 · 258
my fight
ms Dec 2016
i'm trying to fight this.
i'm stuck in my own head, drowning in my thoughts.
letting them take control of my feelings and actions.
i'm sick of people trying to understand my "high school struggles"
because that's just it.
no one causes this.
it's within me.
Nov 2016 · 204
Untitled
ms Nov 2016
how to love your body.

one of the most important things they dont teach you in school.

please remember to look in the mirror and smile everyday.

it may not be what you want but if someone else will love it, why can't you?
Oct 2016 · 368
summer
ms Oct 2016
i want to go back to summer.

summer, with our sun kissed skin sitting out near the fire.

summer, with our sun bleached hair glinting in the moonlight.

summer, that one night in summer, where time stopped.

where we were the only people who could possibly be anywhere and everywhere at once, nothing could go wrong.

i miss our summer nights, but i miss you most.
Oct 2016 · 631
i won't look back for you
ms Oct 2016
you're in my rear view mirror, just barely visable.

with the one i care about in the passenger seat, with their caring words and warm heart.

i don't need to see if you're chasing after me anymore.
ms Sep 2016
i said i love you

i said if you want out please leave before its too late

i even showed you where the door was

but you said no we can make it

you said i love you more

and i trusted every word you said

but then you got bored and found someone else to sleep in your bed

and you showed me love wasn't in your vocabulary
Sep 2016 · 217
imbalanced
ms Sep 2016
i wrote you nine pages,
you said four words

i ran a hundred miles to you,
you walked one
Sep 2016 · 203
anyways.
ms Sep 2016
im sad
and
all alone now
with my heart
in pieces
as you pass by
without even
batting an eyelash
at me
when i
want to
run and
give you
all of
my love
that you
dont deserve
but i would
anyway.
May 2016 · 305
cold hands
ms May 2016
my fingers are always icy,
cold hands
always a purple or red color,
cold hands
my fingers never interlocking with his,
cold hands
But you with your bright eyes and kind smile,
you're all mine
The way you look at me left me with,
warm hands and flushed cheeks

— The End —