The Massacre of Feelings began not long ago,
Throughout the tall trees, woodland creatures and doe.
Magical skies flickered bright stars for show,
Once picture perfect, favorite photo.

Many have tried, wanting another chance,
Lies and truths spread around and danced.
Every single fib new and enhanced,
Looking to be more advanced.

Trinkets and trophies all present win,
Guilt and grief wanders my skin,
Thinking about what has caused sin,
The story has yet to begin.

Not enough time, too much to tell
Special powers, alluring spell.
Instead of staying caged in dwell,
Finish to start, who's to yell?

Misery provokes sadness and sob,
Which only leads my heart to throb,
Slowly and carefully turning the ****,
Revealing the truth to why we sob.

The Massacre of Feelings returns each year,
Me, myself, I, always living in fear.
What's one or two bottles of wicked *** beer,
Whatever will help me stop the tears.

Cheated a glorious life without hurt,
Should've never believed its worth,
Confidently willing to assert,
One of my many alerts.

I just cried.. again..
Seems like it never ends.
I thought I was okay,
But my mind could debate.

Every moment
I feel so broken,
My devotion,
Misfortune emotion.

Every moment
My feelings closest,
Roaming,
Zoning..
Uncondoning.

I'll always stay wishing,
I'll think about all the chances I'm missing,
The factors I'm risking.
The stories I'm twisting,
And the life I'm not living.

I don't want to be dramatic
But my feelings are static.
No one could compete to what we once had,
So where did I go wrong, where did we go bad?
Maybe it's better we don't talk for the time being,
I'm not proving anything, guaranteeing..
I'm just seeing,
You disagreeing,
Maybe we'll both feel free after.
Maybe I'll finally be able to obtain laughter,
Or smiles,
And try new styles.
As much as it pains me to see you hurt,
For what's it worth,
I'd go miles,
For you.

Why am I always so sad
When nothing is wrong?
I don't have a reason to live.
I don't understand
I've been feeling this way for so long,
Please just make it stop,
But instead of expressing my feelings,
I write poetry with skittish slang,
Foul language,
The phone ringing and ringing till it only rang..
Is poetry my disadvantage?

How do you just disappear within moments?
How do you just let go of someone who was once the closest?
How do you just stay alive without feeling broken?
How do you just bare being your best while feeling your lowest?
How can i show my fullest extent of being potent,
at times like this?

i’m tired of not loving you.
i’m tired of the dry
fluorescent lights
illuminating not everything
but almost everything
just enough to make me think
i see it all.
i’m tired of waiting
for the stones i sent skipping
across the water
to come back
i’m tired of sinking with them.
i’m tired of noticing
that snow during spring
is warmer than i am
i’m tired of complaining
and then being scared of
what you think
of my complaining.
i’m tired of stitching puzzle pieces
into patterns that don’t make sense
just so i can ask you about them
i’m tired of trying to hang paintings
on bare white walls and thinking
i’m the problem
when it doesn’t stick.
i’m tired of being overestimated
even when i know
what i’m doing
i’m tired of falling in love
just because you’re kind to me
i’m tired of not loving you
but i’m tired of not loving me more.

Funny how
You meant so much to me
I would lose my breath
When I only saw you
And now
I swallow air easily
You mean nothing to me
Funny how
I’m still writing poetry for you.
Some part of me
Must still love you.