Stopped

You stopped. You stopped sending me sweet messages, making me seek warnings or presages. You stopped sending me paragraphs and started sending not even half’s. You stopped planning our future, and our wedding. When I ask about it I get one word responses to you its like nothing but nonsense. You stopped calling me cute,

Umber

Look at me with those umber eyes, darling your eyes are dueling mine, the color of the sky. Warm bodies under velvet sheets doing nothing but becoming one, the windows showering us with the warmth from the sun. Your lips touch mine feeling like a warm, fresh croissant, eating delectably in France, our lips melt

1+1=2

Your deep espresso eyes were the first thing to draw me in. It is then that I question where the hell have you been? Your smile can cure what 1,000 heartbreaks have done. Making me instantly regret every single one. Fuck baby I have been waiting for this day. Your laugh can save me from

Room #232

6″5, Security Guard, Sexy, adorable laugh This boy is going to rip my heart in half We began talking and off with my heart it went But hey at least you knew consent We video chatted almost every night, always asking questions and laughing You were so understanding I fell really fast for you Do

Anime feels lonely

Could you tell I styled my hair different like her? I know that style is what you prefer. I try to like the anime that you two bond through But I just can’t bring myself to like it too. I want to be what you want. But it’s so hard to balance that part She’s

Me, Myself, and The abuse

TW: This poem contains sensitive rape subjects and abuse. If you or someone you know is being abused please reach out using this number 1-800-799-SAFE. You are not alone.      2019 was the year that I found myself but it was also the year I lost myself I won the award for the most

Friday the 13th

December Friday the 13th My favorite number The last full moon of the decade My birthday My freedom A breath of relief fills my lungs as I exhale the toxicity leaps from my tongue 23 a year of lessons learned so many scars that were burned Reopened hidden wounds I shut myself down became a

Gaslight

*Disclaimer* This poem does talk about gas-lighting a form of emotional and mental abuse. Domestic abuse hotline 1-800-799-7233 Gaslighting: manipulate (someone) by psychological means into questioning their own sanity. Princess You’re the most beautiful girl You’re perfect You’re cute I would never leave you You deserve to be treated like a queen I never knew

Steps

Sometimes at night I sit outside I sit on the steps where we we sat Looking out into the yard Sometimes I begin to cry hard I think how could someone who loved me once could hurt me so much I see myself that night 6 tequila shots in I wanted to look at the

The Choice

What am I to you? A girl that you want Or a girl you only want to do You’re fucking with my head I’m becoming so unglued You told me that you wanted a break Okay, but I fell for you was that a mistake? One word responses make me feel awful What you are