i am sixteen
and i dont believe in love.
if love was real,
you would have been able to stay.
i am sixteen
and everything looks different.
you changed my eyes,
you left and took color with you.
i am sixteen
and i dont believe in fairy tales.
if fairy tales were real,
then i would have had at least one happy ending.
but endings are always sad.
i am sixteen
and i believe in friends and family.
the only people who can make this feeling
go away for awhile.
i am sixteen
and i am so ready to live my life
but im trapped inside and i cant drive
and i feel like shit all the time so i dont know how.
i am sixteen
and i cant even go to school
to distract myself from the fact that i constantly
think about one goddamned person.
i am sixteen
and i want to love but
im afraid and theres only one person i want to love
so im better off figuring out how to love me instead.
i am sixteen
and i believe in love.
i believe in a love that lasts forever. that matters.
i am sixteen
and i believe in a love
that i dont believe
was made for me.
or at least not right now.
i pray to any god that might be out there that i feel it again.
im so desperate to feel that again.
i just keep counting down the fucking days and
screaming into my pillow
and pretending like everything is just great
but im sixteen
and i feel like im running out of time
and i feel like everything is wrong
and i keep ripping away at my own hands
and i just cannot, for the life of me, be happy
and i dont understand why.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
