Wednesday, October 5, 2016

I think

Every night I lie in bed and think of you.
I think of how different things could be if I changed the past.
If I never moved away.
If I kissed you every opportunity I had rather than pretend to be you friend when I know we both wanted more.
I think of how we met, how I felt whenever I was around you. 
I think of your life now, without me in it.
I think of how beautiful your new girlfriend is.
I think of how happy I am for your happiness.
I think of the family issues you're going through; wishing I could be there to hold your hand through the pain. 
I think of my own pain, the pain of never being yours, the pain knowing that we will never be together.
I think of you as the one that got away. 
I tell myself I'm over you, or that you don't matter anymore, but lying to myself never got me far.
I think it's time to let go. But I don't think I'm ready.... 

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Mental Scars

Young girl, you have so much to learn.
You're blindsided by what you think love looks like.
Told you're too sensitive, put down for your thoughts and ideas.
Pointing out your flaws and insecurities; girl you don't know how beautiful you are.
Glossed over eyes, crying yourself to sleep.
Run and cry to mommy; she'll always be your best friend.
Controlling and intolerant.
Your daddy would've never treated you like that.
You can't see how frightened you truly are.
Your words hurt, leaving behind mental scars. 
Damaging your fragile, adventurous mind.
This is your life: a burning pit of fire in which you call 'love.'