Poetry&other awkward teenage moments

I post mostly normal teenage angst poems; unedited and horribly written. Sometimes I'll post a story about my day.It really is quite boring. It's not meant to be. Yet I don't have much to work off... but maybe someday I'll look back and laugh. So I can remember everything. Share some things. Work on others. and feel happiness. xo.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Boyfriend

Okay, all those posts have been about the same guy, just by the way
1. kissing
2. not trusting, and then i did
i got burned
3. because then he was becoming distant
4. he broke up with me
in the most horrible way
5. i pretended it hadn't happened


.. but it still hurts
this guy and i are over. new so called "romance" ones will not be about him

Pretending

Okay, so this is a song


Pretend for me boy, tell me a story
You can pretend I wasn't hurt, you can pretend I didn't cry
That you didn't hear my whimpers and coughs.... but that would be a lie
I can pretend to not care and flirt with other boys
but deep down it still pains me so much.
to pretend..... for you
so pretend for me boy, tell me a story
of a perfect life
love neverending
of a boy and a girl
together forever

I guess forever wasn't as long as I thought it'd be....

I'm sitting here crying, pretending I'm over you
You can pretend that you cared
I hope you still feel guilty
So let's just keep pretending that we don't hate each other and are happy, not sad.
Yet the melancholy washes over me.....
as I try to pretend
try to believe this story.. try again

So pretend with me, keep this our secret
Let's hide the pain
Even though we are not together, together we can always....
pretend

Breaking Point

I can’t believe it
The words spewing from your mouth
A call?No, I didn’t receive it
Not even a message
Not one word from you
Instead I get your friend asking me to break up with you
Because you don’t share the feelings anymore
What does that mean?
I was shocked
I didn’t know just what to do
So I called
No one picked up the phone
I hear there’s a party
Is that what you call playing Call of Duty alone?
I thought my eyes deceived me
This couldn’t be how it was going to end
We were so perfect
I guess I just didn’t read the signs
I was in my own world
Which I thought was our world
I guess I was wrong
You are better then this
There’s no need to make me cry
I am a big girl
Break-ups are common
Everything fizzles out in the end
It’s not that huge a deal
Breathe Carly, just breathe…
Yet then the fateful ring
My phone buzzing in my lap
Your name showing up on my screen
I swallow hard, click okay
Say hey
What do you want?
All you can say is sorry.
My vision is blurred
I started to cry.
Whimpering, sneezing, coughing, shuddering
I was sickly and upset, brokenhearted through and through
I say it really hurt me
That we’re over, I’m not turning back.
Tears are streaming down my face
Look what you have done!
I hope you feel horrible
You draw me in with sweet words like:
“Don’t cry. You’re beautiful”
If this is how you feel,
Why did we just break up?
You just don’t care anymore.
Even had the audacity to say to my face:
“I went out with you because I didn’t want to hurt you”
You just blasted me into oblivion
Are you trying to tear me apart?
I felt so guilty
For being so mean
When you say all those things like
“You’re amazing”
Then I hear I’m a pity date.
I hope you rot in hell.
Hear my screams
Crying out in anguish
Listen, I can hardly talk
I have to go
I can’t listen anymore.
This is way too hard
I’m hardly keeping myself together
So I just say bye
Turn off the phone
Hold it to my chest,
And cry alone.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

You

You. I feel like you're not caring... and all my friends are suddenly talking to you, and pushing their greasy lips up against your sweet ear. I can't stand it. I can hardly speak to you. My stomach flip flops over and churns as fast and roughly as waves. My eyes burn into the back of your head. My lips speak tongues of the devil. Yet when you turn, a smile tugs at my mouth and I wrap my arms around you carefully. Once I let go and am gone, the pain seeps back in. Or more, crashes back onto me, almost taking me down. You know who you are. Don't you dare play me.