zaterdag 31 januari 2015
feelings
This week hasn't really been a great week for me. I had to deal with getting my exam grades back, a bunch of bad news and I had to control my emotions a lot. My exam grades aren't as bad as I thought they would be yet I have to do a resit for economics because I got an F. My week started out pretty grades despite having the flu, the weekend had just passed and I had gone out with a few of my closest friends to celebrate a friend her 18th birthday. So on tuesday it was my mom's birthday along with a good friend of mine. On tuesday I also found out that my ex crush asked my friend out and I freaked out, not because I still like him or anything but because it made me sic to think that he didn't want me but he did want her so I went home after she told me despite having two more lessons that day. I felt really bad and really worthless that day and I got angry, like really angry I punched the walls in my house a few times until my knuckles cracked and almost bled. I didn't go to school the next day, I didn't want to face her nor the guy because they are both in my class and also because I woke up really sick. I have had the flu and a sore throat for about two weeks already and the migraines started again. Wednesday after my mom returned from work my grandma called me and shared the news with me that she has breast cancer. I don't think I have ever shared how much my grandma means to me but the news she gave me just broke me down. I felt like I the world had stopped, I felt like I couldn't get any air into my lungs nor another beat out of my heart. I cried, I still cry for her. She is getting operated in two weeks and afterwards she will go to radiation in Colombia. I still feel like I can't breath. I can't help but worry even if she doesn't. Today she got all emotional and told me "If I die I want to die knowing my daughter graduated" and when I corrected her she just said she didn't make a mistake and walked away. I can't even write this without tearing up. She doesn't even see me as her granddaughter but more like her daughter. I might as well be her daughter, I've been bounded to her ever since my dad left me when I was two years old. I love her and soon I will be getting "I love you J" tattooed on me in her handwriting and in French because that is her all time favorite language. I haven't spoken nor seen some of my really good friends in some time and at times it feels like they only contact me when they need me and I think it's sad because it seems like I'm only needed when they need something from me, either material, my advice or my ears. I can't stand this, feeling unneeded, unwanted, sad, angry
zaterdag 24 januari 2015
destroy me
'Please don't do anything too reckless'
You know I won't listen, you know me all too well.
Bring out the bottle, I might gulp it down and I might just stare at it.
'I beg you to let it go'
Maybe I should, it was reckless of me to expect more,
it was reckless of me to even send that text.
It's time for that bottle,
time for the forgetting methods,
time for the famous amber liquor and smokes.
Oh amber liquor make me forget,
oh smokes destroy the rest of my insides.
Destroy every part of me that thinks about you.
Destroy the part of me who worries about you.
Destroy the part of me who writes about you.
Destroy the part of me who expects you to care.
Just fucking destroy me.
It probably won't help because even if you destroy me I would keep on spitting out poems and pieces about you or for you.
You know I won't listen, you know me all too well.
Bring out the bottle, I might gulp it down and I might just stare at it.
'I beg you to let it go'
Maybe I should, it was reckless of me to expect more,
it was reckless of me to even send that text.
It's time for that bottle,
time for the forgetting methods,
time for the famous amber liquor and smokes.
Oh amber liquor make me forget,
oh smokes destroy the rest of my insides.
Destroy every part of me that thinks about you.
Destroy the part of me who worries about you.
Destroy the part of me who writes about you.
Destroy the part of me who expects you to care.
Just fucking destroy me.
It probably won't help because even if you destroy me I would keep on spitting out poems and pieces about you or for you.
zaterdag 17 januari 2015
you are art
To me you are art,
your eyes are the color I use to express darkness.
I have your body memorized,
just like the canvas I use to transfer thoughts.
Every inch of that delectable body,
every bump,
every bruise.
My paint brush glides smoothly on your canvas
leaving behind
a wet trace of purple and red
splatters.
Oh how you are turning me into a sucker for love.
Notebooks filled
with words only meant
for your ears.
Rooms filled
with portraits only meant
for your eyes.
You,
everything is you,
us,
everything that we used to be
your eyes are the color I use to express darkness.
I have your body memorized,
just like the canvas I use to transfer thoughts.
Every inch of that delectable body,
every bump,
every bruise.
My paint brush glides smoothly on your canvas
leaving behind
a wet trace of purple and red
splatters.
Oh how you are turning me into a sucker for love.
Notebooks filled
with words only meant
for your ears.
Rooms filled
with portraits only meant
for your eyes.
You,
everything is you,
us,
everything that we used to be
maandag 12 januari 2015
my otherwise
Oh my otherwise
For when are you to come?
I've been searching for you for so damn long.
When will you finally appear?
Oh why won't you spare me all this pain?
Are you making me wait to gain experience?
Be my gravity, keep me grounded keep me sane.
Oh my otherwise
Save me from the cruel people, save the cruel people from my cold heart.
Melt my cold heart.
Steal it like no one ever has.
Never give it back
and
Let me steal yours,
I'll keep it safe,
I'll put it your heart where mine
used to be
and
You'll put mine where yours was.
Let's just
love
each other until the end of us.
dinsdag 6 januari 2015
for you
I am withdrawing myself from you. You intimidate
me, you intimidate me way too much. Oh not in a bad way tho. Avoiding you while
I all I want to do is talk and figure out what goes through that mind of yours.
Maybe I am scared of what you make me feel, scared of how I would do anything you
ask of me. Since my avoiding game is so strong today I might as well tell you
how I have been doing over posts. I am sick, coughing constantly, headaches
every few hours and the goddamn pain. It isn’t that hard to suppress how I feel
about you but slowly it’ll start eating me alive from the inside. All I want is
for you to be happy or at least truly satisfied. I want to see you smile
darling, not one of those fake smiles you walk around with at school but a real
smile. You deserve the world, you deserve to be treated like the fucking
princess that you are. Man I hope the girl you grow fond of next treats you
right and doesn’t make you her secret. I won’t try anything with you so don’t
worry because I’m leaving soon. I’m working really hard on graduating and
leaving and I couldn’t do that to anyone. Staying is not really an option after
finishing school. I am a mess, a big fucking mess.
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