How could you
How could you.
How could you say I have a gorgeous soul and a beautiful laugh.
How could you say I’m so sweet and that you love me.
How could you complain ruthlessly about your boyfriend, when you know I know I could treat you better.
When I’m trying to block out the idea of us, and trying not to cry when I see your smile.
When I’m trying to let you go.
When I’m trying to forget our initials in a tree, you on the subway and refusing to stop hugging me first.
When I’m still so in love with you.
How could you.
I wish
I wish
It didn't matter
That she was a better singer.
I wish
It didn't matter
That she was a better dancer.
I wish
It didn't matter
That she was a better artist.
I wish
It didn't matter
That she's prettier.
I wish
It didn't matter
That she's more social.
I wish
It didn't matter
That she has better vision.
I wish
It didn't matter
That I'm compared to her.
I wish
It didn't matter
That I'm not as good as her.
I wish
It didn't matter
That this all makes me feel empty inside.
The Day I Turned Twelve
I used to long to be grown.
I used to want to wander into the world alone.
But, I finally found the great unknown
The day I turned twelve.
I used to be shy, but then again,
I used to be mean just to fit in.
But, I finally appreciated the skin I was in
The day I turned twelve.
The year, the moment, the day I turned twelve,
My connection with God grew deeply heartfelt.
I longed more than ever to just be myself.
I lunged to go for it instead of regret.
I knew in my soul I would ever be young.
No longer longing to do something wrong.
Enjoying each note of my life like a song.
The day I turned twelve.
This is terrifying.
I've been staring at the blank post for at least an hour, trying to figure out how to introduce myself to the world of Prose. I love writing, but this scares the hell out of me.
English was easily my best subject in school, and I've always loved journaling, but this? Putting myself out there for the entire world to see - and critique? Absolutely terrifying.
That's why I'm here, though. I joined this site to force myself out of my comfort zone and flex my creative muscles. I attempted NaNoWriMo a few years back and churned out about 10,000 words of gibberish, so I'm here to practice writing fiction, try my hand at poetry, and say the things I never said out loud.
Hello, people of Prose. Please be gentle.
I Spy...
I spy with my little eye
A beautiful and sordid lie
One that ruptured all of time
And damaged this poor heart of mine.
Everyone has heard this lie
It lingers in a sweet goodbye
And stabs us deep within our hearts
It pierces with its fiery darts.
No one knows this very lie
It sticks to them until they die
It leaves a hole way deep inside
No matter where you do reside.
I spy with my little eye
A lost and brutal broken lie
Hid among events of time
Hides inside this heart of mine.
*Special thanks to Tooldtocare who helped me!! Thank you so much!!!!