I love you a lot

And I will forever do

But you are so tired

I really do try, but simply

Not enough to help

Though I would fight wars for you

It’s hard to fight me

My emotions are heavy

Somedays, our love feels…

Backwards and all out of shape

But it is still there

I promise I will try hard

From now on I will

I hope you can forgive me

I love you always

- Your daughter...

( as traditionally, I NEVER write in poem form so, here ya go community.)

“ Give it back, dude.” My knuckles clenched white as I looked at Paul Laine. He had that dumb expression on his face that all kids my age had at some point— some smug stupidness. He had taken my mug that I had made for my little sister, Casey. “ Yeah? Yeah? Get it, man. I thought you let me have it.” Paul snickered, his cre...

NOTHING BEATS A JET TWO HOLIDAY😍 TODAY YOU CAN SAVE 50-

“ Shit! No, no he fell!” Andy could feel the muscles in his back tighten with anxiety and panic. He signaled for his friend to slow down on his bike. The three friends had been driving down a meticulously constructed road, where during a turn, if not looking, you could keep driving until you flew off of the cliff. And willy had done just th...

A few years ago shouldnt have happened, but i‘m so grateful but feel so bitter. My sibling had an accident that rocked my family, and suddenly my family began to tear. And in the same year, I learned many things. Mostly for the worse. My grandma died that same year, and many times I had to hold my mother as she wept. Finally three years later, my mother and I were walking on a road before my piano...

( TW: abuse)

He had vascular arms and hands, but he never worked out. Always stained, but always clean. His hands connected to his lithe yet muscular arms, the ones that beat me. Those stains on his hands were always wiped clean. Maybe someday i’d see things my way. Pop the veins, cover his stains. I’d be free, and maybe live with guilt. I’d be free. His poor blood trapped in his veins, clawing...

( this is like when you flip to a random page in a book and get a juicy plot even though you got no clue what’s going on )

“ Yeah. Dad has a few hours left, don’t he?” My fiance looked at me, his expression blank. I nodded, holding his hand as we continued to drive through the rain pounding against the car. “ You know, I forgave him for what he did.” My fiance said again, this time, his jaw was ...

Like a man stubborn

Like a heart torn

Like an angry heart

Like a vengeful heart

Like a sad heart

Like a nostalgic heart

Like an agonizing heart…

Like the tides we wish to breathe in without break. Cant we? No, no we cant. But he’ll stand there, waiting for my downfall the more he whispers to me. Yet he’s a coward, he whispers from a distance. He knows i’ll grab him by the ear and show him who tr...

Blue eyes, brown eyes.

Shorter, taller.

Brown hair, golden hair.

Competitive, not.

Diabetic, not.

Wounded..

Wounded.

Please dont leave, Piper.

Just dont.

If you leave, so will parts of my world.

Parts of me.

I will internally bleed.

I will internally break.

I will internally hurt.

I will internally sob.

I will internally crumble.

My world will crumble without you beside me.

Those silly hands...

Room 106, I think.

I step in, immediately greeted with the acrid smell of Axe Body Spray.

_Oh no._

I feel my heart drop.

A guy?

I simply kept walking, trying to justify how I felt about this stupid situation.

Yet the more I walked into the room, the more my nose burned with the smell of testosterone and other cologne smelling scents.

I just walked into my room, which I then procceeded to cover my ...

( not doing a poem cause yall know I aint rock like that.)

The more I dont hug my mother the more I see her age showing.

The more I see it hurt.

The more I see myself growing.

Growing without her.

Soon, without her guidance.

Without her motherly affections to keep my going everyday.

So I stopped spending so many hours mindlessely scrolling with no avail, to find that I much rather enjoy talking ...