My designer jacket is very expensive.

It needs to be cleaned and groomed a certain way,

And is only to be paired with the most high end shoes.

I hope my jacket lasts a long time.

After all,

She is one of a kind!

#poetry

The marks of my pencil will always be unknown to you.

As you will never read the wavy letters that are drafted in my notebook.

The words go on and on about your beauty as a preview;

They are not for your eyes to catch, but only for mine to hook.

I’ll dance with my scribbles through the empty pages,

Through the lines and through my feelings of fury.

My soul shoots fire and my heart rages.

Not for you of course; but of self petty, purely.

#poetry #sadlove

she enraged for a second

--throwing herself to the ground like garbage and beating her hands against the concrete floor until they were bruised--

she blew out an exasperated breath...

she was getting really tierd,

she was getting really tierd of being herself.

--thoughts were coming faster and faster racing through her head, her skin felt as if it could peel off like the one of an orange--

she trampled down the step until she reached a mirror.

she crashed to the floor once more and started to hyperventilate.

But when she took one look into the mirror, sprawled on the floor with mascara running down her cheeks, wearing nothing but a sports bra,

-- she screamed.

#prose #poetry #bodyimage

My love for you is like a rose,

it never dies but only grows.

The day i die,

the love it slows but will never go.

I chose you,

but god did too.

The times will darken and the wind will blow,

away with the petals of my love for you.

#foryou #love #poetry

I dont love you,

but nobody else will love me the way you do...

If only I listened when you said it youself.

#poetry #prose #hurting

I can tell where you are from the moon, and I can feel your frizzy hair rubbing against my chest from miles away. I know the spells your lips can cast on a girl, yet it didn't work on me. I don't Love you like everyone else.

I only know every curve and freckle on your body, I could tell you the number of eyelashes you have; It's 500 and 28 to be exact, plus the one that's always out of line.

But I don't Love you... at all

It's not like you're the only piece of art hanging on my walls, all though you do appear most.

I don't love you like everyone else; Maybe more? no. never.

You're just my strange addiction I keep running back to.

#poetry #addictedtoyou #prose #story

I’m not living, nor am i dead;

I call it ”Surviving”.

I don’t like surviving,

It makes it hard to be alive.

“You’re not sick” my mother says, “You don’t need those pills” she repeats to the psychiatrist, less than five hours after trying to kill myself.

I don’t know where to go from here.

Do I just carry on with life under these conditions?

Is that possible?

“She needs all the love she can get right now” What about before? When i told you I needed help? and when I told you something bad was going to happen.

Why didn’t you listen?

Why doesnt anyone listen?

Still I’m sitting in the hospital “not sick” with a nurse watching my every move through the night and day, stuck in a 10x10 square foot room with bars covering the windows blocking all means of fresh air.

How I miss being outside.

I want to run around in the streets at 12am with my friends again.

Just one last time before I get locked away.

“She just needs time to rest”

But i’m not sick, so why would it matter?

#prose #mentalhealthmatters #mentalhealth #mystory

Only by a hair, but I am alive. It might stay that way for awhile, yet I am slowly dying again. Slowly dying for your warmth against me and your hands against my hips. Slowly dying to put more scratch marks on your back and feel every muscle I already know like the marks in my palm. I need you to put me back under your spell, back under your sheets and back under your body. I need to have the sweep of your hands through my hair, the tingly feeling you could always give me that no one else could. What went so wrong for you to be gone? I miss you, but thats just a feeling. I’ll learn to live with, because I will never feel your weight on mine again and I will never feel your hands stroke through my hair. Which means we spent months learning each others anatomy, just to sever each others hearts into pieces onto a rug that wont be taken out for years. And once that rug gets pulled back out and the splinters mend back together; we will be ready to break each others hearts all over again.

#poetry #prose #hearts #mending #broken #original #toanend