This Love Isn't Good Unless It's Me and You

You're Still The One
The tears you cry are the knives in my heart.
Every time you scream, it tears me apart.
After all the pain, am I still the one you love?
After all of these years, you’re still the one.

Rocking to sleep, and kissing in darkness
Hearing you sigh, it’s always the hardest
Part of our love. It’s never been easy, I know.
After all of these years, we’ve not lost hope.

I breakdown and leave you. My heart cannot take this.
You yell and we argue. It never can break us.
Our lives are so crazy, yet there’s nothing to gain.
The world’s always changing, but one thing stays the same.

Rocking to sleep, and laughing through hardships
Seeing you smile, we’re back where we started.
With you holding my hand, I know I’m still in love.
After all of these years, you’re still the one. <3

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Okay, so this poem is actually written about somebody and something, but I accidentally turned it into a romantic love rather than my platonic love for the person it was written for. Probably because I just really liked the line "kissing in darkness". And because I was listening to Tegan and Sara, who make my world go 'round, you[and by you I'm talking to the total of two people who read this bullshit] should check them out. This poem bears an unfortunate resemblance to the same themes of their song "I Know I Know I Know". They should sue me. XD

God I wish I could come up with more original material. >.<

Wait, They Don't Love You Like I Love You

I Just Hope You Know

Eyelashes batting from a battered heart
Lovely girl, you're a work of art.
I just hope you know
He doesn't want you.

Dark red lipstick on your precious lips
Hungry girl, no more than this
I just hope you know
He doesn't want you.

Tell me I can't understand
That we're just friends
Tell me I don't stand a chance
I just hope you know

Rejection pains for the painted veil
Lonely girl, only time will tell
I just hope you know
He doesn't love you
I just hope he knows
You'll never love him
Like I do.

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This is what happens when I listen to insane amounts of Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Howie Day. And I am aware that there are bits that could be interpreted as slightly homoerotic, but deal with it. That was totally unintentional. To me it feels more like song lyrics than a poem. Idk, I'm just really in this musical mood.

Aghh it's spring break. Time for doing nothing. :D

Today I Hate Myself

A Fairy Tale Ending
A princess in a castle,
Waiting for a knight to save her.
An impatient distressed damsel,
She had won my farm boy's favor.

He felt he had no chance
So I helped him reach the tower's top.
Now I watch the wedding dance,
And plead this cruel world to stop.

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Ignore the absolute crappiness of this poem. I was watching Princess Bride and being a mopey child.

Life, Save the Empty

Today, Yesterday

You wrapped your arms around me

And it took my breath away.

It felt like not a single meaningless day had passed

Since you last held me.

Like it was only yesterday.

When we finally let go, you turned

And you introduced me to her.

A flawless porcelain doll, beaming, loving you

With all of her naive heart

Like there was no day but today

You told her that we were old friends

And I understand why you did.

But seeing you, seeing her, I couldn’t help wonder

What our lives would be like

If you loved me like you did yesterday

Had we been the real deal, true love,

And do you really love her?

Could we have been as happy as you are with her?

Do I still love you?

No.

Not today.

Nice Girls Finish Last

Desperation was an understatement.
He was everything she ever wanted.

A lover, a friend, a heart ache.

Boys, it's true what they say.
All girls want bad boys.

Nice guys finish last.

Sometimes he'd pray she'd change her mind.
Until then, they were just friends.

Just friends.

That's all nice guys ever are.
Friends.

She would rather be with a bad boy.
Because all girls want a bad boys.

Except for you.

You never wanted a bad boy.
But what did the nice guy tell you?

Let's be friends.
Just friends.

At least bad boys only use you.

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Mehhhh, this really isn't pertaining to what most people would probably think it is. Like this poem-like thing is zero-percent personal. I've just always thought it was hypocritical how some guys complain about girls only wanting bad boys, when they themselves only want "broken girls."

I have a whole theory on it. Maybe I'll post it on here some time.

Oh, No, No, No.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs always make me happy.

I Believe I'm Going to be Alright
You showed me a secret house in a dark forest.
I believed that made me different.
You showed me a person beneath all the metal
I believed that made me special.

I told you something I thought I'd never say.
You believed it wouldn't work out that way.
You told me were better off as friends
I believe that you were right.

Wow Rhiannon, way not to be obvious. xD

Suck

That Morning

Sometimes I wonder if when you woke up that morning, you hit snooze on your clock like you always did or if you for once woke up exactly when you should have. I wonder if you showered in that morning like you always did or if you had showered previously that night. I wonder if you had to change your clothes several times to get that perfect combination or if you just threw something on. I wonder if you ate for breakfast. Was it your usual cereal bar and cup of coffee or did you sit down for a bowl of cereal or pancakes? Did you brush your teeth for the full three minutes or did you brushed your hair longer than usual? When you looked in the mirror, did you realize how great you looked? Did you realize you always looked great? Did you check your phone and see my message? Did try to text back your best friend and the message just didn't get through to my phone or was it still too awkward for you to even communicate with me?

Sometimes I wonder exactly what time you walked out your front door, and if you told your mother you loved her before leaving. I wonder if your older brother teased you as you were leaving or if he'd already left. Did your old piece of junk car stalled and you had to try a couple times before it would start running. Did you wave to that woman who always runs around your neighborhood in the morning. Was your mind thinking deeply on a certain subject, or were you mindlessly singing along to the song on the radio? What was playing on the radio? Was it your usual station, or was that song you could never stand playing and you had to change it to a different station? Or were you listening to a CD? Did that song remind you of anyone? Were certain words burnt in your brain?

Sometimes I wonder if some jerk cut you off, and if you swore a string of obscenities under your breath. I wonder if you sped to school cause you were running late or if you just didn't care because there were more important things on your mind. Did you even know what time it was or was the clock in your car a couple minutes slow? Did you catch all the red lights or ease through all the green lights? Did you wait impatiently at that one red light, or did you take your time before hitting the gas again? Did you see that truck coming or did it hit you before you even knew what was happening? How bad did it hurt? I hope to God that you didn't feel a thing. I like to tell myself that you snapped your neck on impact, but I know that wasn't your fate.

Sometimes I wonder what your last thought was about and if you knew you were going to die. I wonder if you thought about all the things if you had to live for and all the things you wish you'd never did. Did I cross your mind at all? Did you know how much I would miss you? Did you know how much I'd cry at your funeral and for the entire two months afterwards, and how many nights I would sit up wondering about every single thing happened to you? Could you have ever known how much I wish just one little part of those things on that morning had gone different? Because if it had, you'd still be on this Earth, even if you weren't with me.

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I came up with the idea for this in Driver's Ed.

I'm kinda going through a breakdown. My mind hurts and I'm going back into that phase where I just absolutely hate everything about myself and I can't see myself ever having a happy future.

Back in Eden

Remember the garden by the brook
And every step we took
Kept us young and strong
Things couldn't stop us then

Remember the promise you made
When in the grass we laid
We were young and in love
Things were different then.

Remember the secrets I never told
Now the water is cold
The flowers are gone
And we can't go back to then

Backslide

Warm socks on freezing feet.
Trying not to think about a tree.
With roots rooted so deep
In the ground, strangling me.

His eyes like ice
Gray the color of his heart
With teeth he bites
Flesh with words so harsh

Dear God, if you can hear me,
Make the screaming stop.
Dear God, if you are real,
Is this all you've got?
Make the screaming stop.