Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Stupid


Why am I the weakest link?
Why do I speak without thinking and always speak my mind?
They were all true but I believed in myself. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to survive.
But now? As you chisel away at my skin, the half healed wounds are exposed once again and I fear they will never close up.

How many knives will I dig out from my back?
I know why this happens.
I'm too stupid to stop it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You laugh at me, all of you.
I will prove you wrong, damn it.
I will, I will, I will.

Maybe I won't seeing as I'm so fucking stupid.

But maybe I will.

I will, I will, I will.


Sunday, 12 February 2012

I'll be waiting for your heart.

You're doing our thing.
With her.

The thought of you and her is bearable. But when I think of you loving her more than me, or being as comfortable with her as you were with me?
I die a little inside.

You didn't reply to my message.
Why?
'I was talking to her.'

As you sleep I curse my slow reflexes. I await your reply to my stupid, stupid question.
'So you guys talk on the phone now?'

Could I be more transparent?

But you're stupid. You might not understand.

But obviously, you most probably will.

I thought I was done. Or at least- almost there.
But I suppose it was just because of the false sense of security you unknowingly lowered me in.

I don't understand.
I just don't.
How could you?

I would do so much for you.
I loved you.
True love.

Monday, 6 February 2012

if pathetic had a name.

Failures: Bad grades, bad harkatain, bad body, bad smells, bad work ethic. Disappointment.

I thought I would always have him, like a tattoo. Oops. I thought wrong.

I'm sorry but, I've gotta be strong, I have to leave you behind.

But its easier said than done.

They say time heals. I was skeptical- but I'm not anymore. It still hurts, but its not this all consuming grief threatening to kill me.
Now its just this bad feeling in my stomach, a dull ache somewhere deep within me.

Hes with her now. He literally does not want to talk to me.
Hes a smoooooth criminal.

I love Glee. Its so bright and bubbly and fun. It has good music, and funny bits. Its nice.

Are you okay, Annie?

I DONT KNOW!

But, whatever.




Monday, 5 December 2011

*sigh*

I still remember the night we met
You said you loved my smile
But your love for me was like a summer breeze
Oh, it lasted for a while
I could hold on a little tighter I know
But when you love someone you gotta let 'em go so

I'm gonna smile, cause I want to make you happy
Laugh, so you can't see me cry
I'm gonna let you go in style
And even if it kills me
I'm gonna smile

Kiss me once for the good times, baby
Kiss me twice for goodbye
You can't help how you don't feel
And it doesn't matter why
Give me a chance to bow out gracefully
'Cause that's how I want you to remember me

I'm gonna smile, cause I want to make you happy
Laugh, so you can't see me cry
I'm gonna let you go in style
And even if it kills me
I'm gonna smile

I'm gonna smile so you can find the courage
Laugh, so you won't see me hurtin'
I'm gonna let you go in style
And even if it kills me
I'm gonna smile

Monday, 7 November 2011

Eid Mubarak!

Not so much.

I like to keep somethings to myself.
Its always darkest before dawn.

Oh.

I've been a fool.
I've been blind.

I'm still waiting for your heart
'Cause I'm sure that one day it's gonna start.



I'm a failure.
A complete failure.
I can do nothing right, nothing special.
Nothing at all.
Im caged, but the chains drag from my ankles whenever I walk.

From the moment that I saw you, 
it had to be love.

And when he looks at me, 
I hope he'll feel the same,
due to the hormone thats released inside his brain.


Dopa meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen.



Wednesday, 13 July 2011

My brother is the most adorable thing ever to hit this planet.

I hate not partying with friends, not dressing up and going out.
I hate it so much, and I miss it so bloody much.
I miss it.

So. Much.

Probably seems childish, but I don't care anymore.

Another poem:

Shake and shake,
the ketchup bottle
some will come,
then a lot'll


Thats a personal fav.
Its so simple, yet so deep!
Okay, no its not deep.
But its cute, makes sense and funny, and I like it.

I like writing poems.
Pointless, crappy poems.
I like writing them.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

bahnee

I love you
and you say you love me
but we cannot be
a happy family

SO SUCK IT UP BITCH