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Samantha Dietz Mar 2016
When you love someone, and they tear your heart to shreds
It's difficult to let someone else in your head
Your pain eats at you every minute you're awake
The fear consumes you as you wait for the heartbreak
The what if?'s and the who's she?'s collect so quickly
You find yourself questioning your love's loyalty
Presented with proof, you don't want to believe it
It's happening again, why can't he be honest?
This is what he preaches, you know, truth above all
Promising he'll be there to catch you when you fall
You accept it, you know his war is internal
No one knows except you, him, her, and your journal
He won't admit it, which you just can't understand
Plus he takes care of you, he wants to be your man
You put your walls up, pain hidden by a smile
The worst part? That smile will stay for a while
You will lie down with him, laugh with him, you will stay
Close to nothing in this world will take you away
Dawn Anderson Feb 2016
Do you really think I'm that dumb?
That I wouldn't notice?
Well I did.
And I don't usually talk to liars
But I just wanted to say
You're really not that good at cheating.
I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN PUT ALL OF IT IN TO WORDS!  SHES A CHEATER AND A LIAR AND I AM SO ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LITERALLY THINK I MIGHT EXPLODE
Summer Feb 2016
i would do anything to make myself feel pretty again.
This is something make-up and pretty clothes
will not fix.
i feel like my heart is broken
and my insides are rotten-
i'd do anything just to feel pretty again.
this is something i try to forget,
change myself so it can't happen again.
i don't want to waste anymore tears
or stop feeling again,
i'd do anything to feel pretty again.
i will not let myself be played again,
you remind me why i let myself be so guarded
because this always happens,
no matter who i'm with
i just wish i fxxking felt pretty again.
was my personality not enough?
i did everything you could have asked,
i even stopped writing poetry for your a ** .
cancelled all my plans with my friends,
just in an attempt to make you happy again.
but then my grades dropped,
and i stopped being there for my friends,
because i had let it all become about you.
and now i'd do anything to be pretty again, but now I'm just like you
not pretty within.
all i think about is myself and
not caring.
i'd do anything to care about others again,
but i don't know where to draw the line because of you.
how do i love myself and others,too?
and now the cuts are back on my legs
i should've just carved your named into them instead.
lying around with no lover again,
the only time i get fxxked
is in the head.
why can't i just feel pretty again?
because some people have explicit filters on their hello poetry and i wanted to share this because I'm really proud. the x's are in place of the *'s because that messes formatting up
Summer Feb 2016
i would do anything to make myself feel pretty again.
This is something make-up and pretty clothes
will not fix.
i feel like my heart is broken
and my insides are rotten-
i'd do anything just to feel pretty again.
this is something i try to forget,
change myself so it can't happen again.
i don't want to waste anymore tears
or stop feeling again,
i'd do anything to feel pretty again.
i will not let myself be played again,
you remind me why i let myself be so guarded
because this always happens,
no matter who i'm with
i just wish i ******* felt pretty again.
was my personality not enough?
i did everything you could have asked,
i even stopped writing poetry for your ***.
cancelled all my plans with my friends,
just in an attempt to make you happy again.
but then my grades dropped,
and i stopped being there for my friends,
because i had let it all become about you.
and now i'd do anything to be pretty again, but now I'm just like you
not pretty within.
all i think about is myself and
not caring.
i'd do anything to care about others again,
but i don't know where to draw the line because of you.
how do i love myself and others,too?
and now the cuts are back on my legs
i should've just carved your named into them instead.
lying around with no lover again,
the only time i get ******
is in the head.
why can't i just feel pretty again?
why do they always leave?
Rosalind Jan 2016
Cheating is a losers game.
It buys you the most infamous of fame.
You're hands are soft, but your heart is too cold.
Lies after lies, what will become of you if all this was to be unfold?
Do you not feel any remorse; or a tiny fragment of guilt?
Just like those dozens of flowers, your charm will wilt.
Sasha Secrets Jan 2016
Do you remember the time ,
You cheated ?
With my friend ,
And my neighbor ?

I got ****** ,
But decided to forget ,
Because we did something ,
Related .

I decided ,
I'd forgive you .
Because I ****** ,
Your brother Chuck .

Good thing it rhymes ,
It makes this poem easy ,
So I'm just gonna leave ,
And go home cause I'm sleepy .
OnjuliThePoet Jan 2016
one*
two
three
He lied to me
only wanted my virginity
made me feel like i was infinity
...
Except the times he abused me

one
two
three
He yelled at me
called me names and obscenities
creating all my insecurities

...
Only to build me into what he wanted me to be

one
two
three
She saw what he did to me
manipulated and broke
she warned me of his problem things

....
But i didn't listen to her cautioning

one
two
three
Mama he cheated on me
nope didn't take my virginity
but broke me down and created insecurities
for the girl he wanted me to be
only to go on and leave me

...

one
two
three
He cant hurt me
I'm stronger now and better see
I should have listened to my mama
when she told me

**That boy is no good for me
Made this about my ex my mom warned me but i was all gaga for him so yea lol
When I was a child
I used to read pop up books
Of fairy tales
Always reading too fast
Skipping to the happy ending
I drew myself as the perfect princess
Long hair and a big heart
So ready to find a prince
In silver paper armor
That I didn't read into you
Rather, skipping to a
Less than happy
Ending
There were ***** of secrets
That you gently folded over
Like Mad magazine covers to hide
Your little mistakes
Folded neatly between our highlights
But one flaw became a ribbon that I pulled
And pulled
Until the full picture was open
A ruined page unable to be ripped from
My spine
No matter how hard I tried
I've looked it over so many times
It's memorized
So every time you try to turn the page
I see the words before my eyes
Until all lines blur with tears
Until I have to set us on a dusty old shelf
And hope I can forget
Where I left you
The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. Next chapter.
Tamera Pierce Dec 2015
Pale skin, meeting.
Mouths colliding.
Sweat dripping.
Pulse rising.
Eyes closed.
Hands exploring.
Nails raking down a back
Moonlight leaking through the window
Brown hair cascading around her shoulders.
Time seems to vanish,
With each passing moan.
Headboard creaking
Heat pulsating through the room
Door opening.
Your wife shrieking,
“What were you thinking?”
*****, I didn’t get to finish.
This was written in Spanish class. I used me and my friend for inspiration. that is weird. but eh.
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