Poems and stuff

exhale

i finally get it. blisters on your hands are literally the worst things in the entire world. especially if someone is trying to high 5 you. what literal bs. this part is so important that it needs a damn prologue. you usually dont put prologues before poems, but guess what, this one deserves it. im not gonna explain much, but hey, note certain key words and you might as well be golden for the rest of your life. seriously, this is that important. 15 years of age and i talk as if i got the wisdom of a 100 year old. but if i think i got the wisdom of such years, wait till im actually 100. id be mentally 200 years old and thats pretty sick. thank you <3 and no thank you </3 to certain people (you know who you are) 

wait till she walks in the room

and then youll see how well she has bloomed

sun-kissed skin and headlight eyes

a killer to this "deer" heart in disguise

then back to reality 

of the haunting infidelity:

the lavender-carnation skies

the sage that burns the clouds which cry

those droplets of rose water

wash away those empty tears

those empty words and empty fears

and maybe we're all breaking down and out of order

surely, this discord is a horror

to all obsessive maniacs (me)

but be wary of the brain she lacks

your endless scars and broken dreams

can be repaired right by the seams

its sorrowful, but it may hurt a little

with the caring and hopeful needle

theres a sun every time you look at a star

and though its a star, its really not all that far

some may burn out all too quickly

or some may burn for you infinitely 

a haunting passage to cut pain loose

or a love letter if you look for the clues

a certificate signing the separation

or a ticket to freedom in desperation

all of those pictures, videos, and texts

all of those letters of whats to come next

all of those sad clothes reek of perfume

the stench of those tears as you enter the room

shes lucky shes pretty

and im speaking out honestly

for the way that she hates herself

and her modesty

shes golden and sunny like california 

"maybe living in this place really aint for ya"

shes crying her eyes out while dancing in her robe

and knows so little countries even with a globe

hes crying and steering towards his old place

but barely flinches when getting punched in the face

shes cooking food for the children and reminiscing,

plating her sorrows and happiness shes missing

im lying here wishing this were some disease

thatll kill me without the burden of having to say "please"

oh sweetheart, you dont mean what you say

surely, youll be thinking bout your decision within a day

and maybe i just said it one last time

to see if you would actually change your mind

this is like a drive to florida without any bathroom breaks

or a high-end store but the products that they sell are all fakes

and id hate to say i hate you at the end of the day

and "the starting point of the drive is canada by the way"

so bear with me as i finally rant 

till the last line in the stanza

there are many things in this world 

that you should understand-za (ha)

that life is tough, love just sucks, 

sh&* is rough, cowboys like trucks,

girls are hot, boys are not, 

water is great, grapefruits are not

apples taste good, and so does food,

and i cant believe i rhymed

"maniacs"

with

"brain she lacks"

im the new shakespeare

(best way to celebrate 100th poem if u ask me tbh)