Not Going To Take It Anymore

Why do I let you trample me?
Tell me that I'm nothing.
You don't know him.
Or me, apparently.
You never will.
So just stay out of it.
You don't own my mind.
Or my life, or my thoughts.
But sadly to you, I am nothing
Oh, thanks for freeing me.
For you held me back.
But you won't now.
Make it up to me?
Hm, maybe you could.
But where's the fun in that?
I want you to squirm in your seat.
Finally see the friend that you're losing.

Balancing On The Edge Of Nothing

Sometimes it can be
Much easier for me
No to think of what to do
Or what to say

I just can't seem to get it right
All I wanted was a light
To help guide me through the night
And stay by day

I can't even think
When I'm always on the brink
Of destruction from my own
Secluded mind

When the tables turn
Will then be when you learn
That I've always thought you were
One of a kind

No, not everything I write is poetry.

I have recently noticed that I act much different depending on the people I'm around.
My friend Luna is older than me, and she causes me to act more mature and more immature at the same time.
My friend Rene causes me to be able to laugh at myself (in a good way), and is someone on which I can release my extremely sarcastic side, and it won't annoy her.
My friend Lynn is a music addict like me, and she's so stubborn that I find myself finding creative ways  to convince her to be more open.
I have so many other amazing friends, but they're my main three... They're my girls!
I love you  all, and if you're actually reading my poetry, I love you even more!

Maybe...I Love You

Why can't I just say it to you?
Why not?
We used to talk all the time.
Now I stare at your house
and wait.
I want you to talk to me,
say 'hello' to me,
glance at me.
Anything.
Ev'ry sound of a screen door,
ev'ry dog bark,
causes me to look up.
Because maybe you're there,
maybe you're coming.
But maybe not.
Probably not.
Or just not.
I liked you a lot,
much more than a friend.
And I still do.
You used to feel the same way,
more than three years ago.
And the last time I asked,
you would not,
could not answer.
And so I've wondered.
For three years I've wondered,
and wished,
and waited.
But you never answer,
and you never come.
What if I love you?
My 21st-century, anarchist prince in jeans and a painted t-shirt.
An uncontainable talent,
confined to a place where creativitely can never thrive.
A blissful dream in a messed up reality.
And you'll never know.
You can live life easily without me,
I understand that.
But what about me?
Maybe I am the one that is missing their other half.
Maybe I love you.
But now,
I believe there's no question.
No 'maybe's.
Just love.

What Now?

I can't bring myself to say "I'm sorry"
Because this happens every time
I can't say a thing without it blowing up
Straight into my face
I don't even know
Which words I meant
And which I didn't
My pride holds back my begging apology
Which you wouldn't take if I paid you
Can you tell me in truth
That you despise me so?
When we've been so close
So happy and laughing at each other
Just because I don't understand you
I say what anyone else would
I speak the words of a cold-hearted person
And I wish that I could pull them back
Swallowing them and never allowing them escape
Because whether you accept it
Or deny me further
I apologize to you, my friend
<3

All For You

3:00.
Rush home.
I'm a sweaty mess!
3:05
Jump in the shower.
Hurry up and finish!
3:25
Get dressed.
Something cool!
3:35
Remove old polish.
Paint my toenails!
3:50
Whip out the straightener.
De-curlify my hair!
4:10
Where's the cover-up?
Hide my zits!
4:15
Invite you over.
Please come!

Will you ever know that all of this is for you?