The last time I saw you you said you loved me…
You said you saw forever, intertwined in our life lines,
so I broke them in to college ruled pages
and wrote for you…
Our memories now outlined in ink stained phrases,
rearranging angst, derranged phases,
I wait around in paper pages
losing all hope for you.
The last time I saw you you said you loved me…
Don’t mistake my poetry for missing you…
I could give a fuck less
I just tuck stress and keep it moving,
using words to help the soothing,
oozing verbs ‘til my heart starts fusing hurds of that mental,
not senti- but I meant it when I said
our love was something special
messing up my thoughts,
hoping arts will make them mesh well,
cuz if I must spell it out,
then I’ll just tell the world what I’m thinking about…
cuz that’s what bestows my destiny, I date—
not to mate, but to break up and give what’s left of me…
I go reiterate emotions like they’re
paper weight boulders on my shoulders,
just to demonstrate the type of pain I know love could never shake,
cuz to me, all you were was a heartbreak and a waste of time
the least I could do is
paste a line to finalize the last thing you’ll ever get of mine,
no more questions, hopes or doubts,
from here on out,
consider this nothing more than just poetry.
You can see/hear me reading it here…
"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (…)
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking
about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be,
and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it.
You just use the future to escape the present.” John Green, Looking For Alaska
I try to see the beauty in the world,
but too many problems got me tripping.
Fake friends deceiving, caught my girl cheating—
tell me who the fuck do I believe in
when I’m facing all these demons?
I was once told to go to God,
but to go to God was odd
fate flawed within her system
so instead I flipped facades.
Now I’m reminiscing pain
just a faggot pointing blame
the way the preacher pointed shame on me.
Feeding flames, frenzied
from what I’ve seen.
Been obscene since 13, but my demeanor blew to Green;
envy grew to hate, but then my hate turned
to something greater.
Searching for my great perhaps
Alaska’s getting nearer I can feel it in the maps…
You’ve caught my attention,
centered on your intellect
projecting thoughts in your direction
so please select affection
and don’t forget—correction—
don’t regret perfection when it’s spent
on loving, darling.
I’d love to call you, sprawling amongst your mind
I’d draw you within these lines and call it Tender,
for every time you’ve caught me, blind,
not defined by just your beauty, you’d be something kind,
I’d like to take you, truly, dine, explore your mind,
treat you like you’re already mine—
I could love you duly, if you’d just give me time…
He told me that I would change the world someday, as he began packing up his left overs and fidgeting away from the conversation. Another man exactly two years ago to the day had told me that they preferred the term temporarily displaced, that they were nothing more than a reflection of the meaning of life: transition—and we were all transitioning in one way or another. Today, this gentleman told me not to settle—that eyes cannot taste so we should live it blindly, that boundaries nearly exist to separate the leaders from the followers, he told me to never follow footsteps, but to create my own. He told me that I would change the world someday, yet it only took five minutes for him to change mine.
Nothing More Than Poetry By Jayy Lee aka HeartlessRomantics.tumblr.com
The words are in the description of the video. If you have a youtube account, I’d really appreciate you taking the time to comment or like it on there…it helps me stand out that much more amongst the rest. :) Thanks!
I’ve tried being nice, I’ve tried ignoring you,
I’ve tried ignoring myself,
but it’s really not worth it—the energy,
depleting me of my resources,
I wish you could feel the worthless soul in me,
consoling me just to take a toll, you see,
you’re ignorant as all fuck,
flaunting your need for attention by
mentioning her at every chance, you take
a little bit more of my heart and
break off bits to feed your ego and it’s
tearing me a part…
Don’t do it,
I’ve been there before.
Sure the taste of alcohol
soothes the pain,
and the pain of blades cutting
makes you feel—
but nothing makes you feel more real
Girl you make my heart melt like
ice cream cones in the desert,
even though that’d be weird if,
there were ice cream cones in the desert,
but that’s the way our love works—
but it just makes sense, plus perks
make dense of the situation—
you, take away from my hurt,
ease frustrations, give worth
to the confrontations that
never worked out in the past.
You make me thankful for the times love,
kicked me in the ass.
Fate working itself, fast.
I never thought I’d appreciate the pain,
until I met you, at last—
my love’s not meant in vain…
will you kiss me good night
and hold me in your arms
while i bury my face on your
chest and wish that when
morning comes, we’re still
on the same bed?
will you love me?
The bed is irrelevant,
I’d rather fall head over heals and
land in your heart between
dream-scape and reality
where love is nothing less than an adjective
used to describe us.
I just want you to be happy…
and not the artificial smiles
that can be bought with cheap lines
but the kinds that can redefine your worth.
I want you to value yourself more than all the hurt
weighted out amongst the broken promises.
I want to hear you laugh, and know you mean it—
to feel your spirit, shake of endearment,
to love and be loved,
without the fear to reveal it.