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.