• Poetry

    Wilted Love

    The flowers you got for me are dying. I can see them wilting at their tips, just like when your love began to fade away. I can clearly remember that day. I remember when we went from being loud about our love to the silence. How my heart grew heavy with doubt and pain. Your love left quite an ugly stain. Everyone was right about you, and that’s what hurts me the most. Everything must come to an end, I suppose. I was so sure it would end with us together, that one weekend in August. I finally learned to let go and trust. It was a gamble; loving with…

  • Poetry

    The difference between us

    I’m not like the other girlsI’m specialI say yes all the time, even when my heart says noThen I plaster on a smileSo no one knowsAnd when it starts to hurt too muchI don’t tell you to stopI don’t let those tears dropI fake it– dying insideAnd when I’m aloneI bite down on my tongue a little too hardMaybe taste some bloodCry a little too, and pray for some reliefBut it never comes. I’m not like other girlsMy skin is flawlessBright enough to hide all the scars underneathAnd maybe I’m a tad too beautifulA picturesque faceDistracting enough to conceal the perpetual sadness in my eyesI’m not like the other girls–noI’m…

  • Poetry

    Sounds from a broken record

    I wouldn’t call it heartbreakBut the love songs don’t sound like they used toAnd the saddest songs now ring a little too true I remember a time when there was more to my heart than this constant acheNow it’s all I seem to be able to feelI wonder if I’ll ever heal Because the more you soothe my aches, the harder I bleedYou brought me so much pleasure, and also a world of pain Built me up just to kick me down again And sometimes, I wonder if you like to see me hurtI sometimes wonder how it feels for you to see me cry Does it make you guilty?…