poetry

I have an older sister

as time went on,

i always recieved her old things

bikes, clothes, books, etc

but i never felt so secondhand until i held your hand and called you mine

i don’t care if i’m a disappointment to my parents

i don’t care if i’m a disappointment to my teachers

i don’t care if i’m a disappointment to my friends

i know i should only care about my own evaluation,

but i really only care if you’re proud of me

i fell in love this winter

the snow didn’t feel so cold

the winter days didn’t feel as dark

the morning frost felt warmer

i fell in love this winter

i probably owe you a couple of dollars, when you buy me a milkshake or pay for my dinner

i probably  owe you a massage, from when i lost a bet

but i don’t think i owe you an apology

i feel used up

like a bottle of tooth paste, you know?

fingers squezed tight against my neck until i’m empty

and then simply

thrown

away

me and you may not hate the same things

but as long as we both hate being apart,

i’m excited to see what our time brings

7 months from the start

sometimes i think about my life before you

the lies i lived in

the black eye i received

all the times i tried to make people happy

i just hope i make you happy

because you make me happier than i ever thought i deserved to be

i think that some people tend to bury themselves so deep in lies that they no longer can spot the difference between myth and truth

you became a myth

and i think i’m done defending you in court

 

 

 

and he missed her

he missed her so much

that when you stood beside him

you could feel his ache

but all you can do for a victim of heartbreak

is relate