Time Waits For No One

I Miss You, I Love You (Really quick poem)

He used to text me just to say good morning. 

My girlish mindset told me that this meant I was the first thing he thought of when he woke up at 10am.

He used to get a little jealous when he thought I was flirting with other boys.

My girlish mind thought this was cute, and must have meant he cared.

He told me he liked my voice,

So he must have liked who I was.

He said he missed me, even when we were talking on the phone.

He apologized over the littlest things whenever he thought he might have hurt me.

He must have respected me.

He said he loved me

When I wasn’t anywhere near ready.

“I love you, my love.”

“I miss you, gorgeous.”

I’m not sure what changed,

But I guess it doesn’t matter.

It changed. Simple as that.

Probably because he realized he wouldn’t be getting into my pants as soon as he thought.

Someone once said that’s the problem with boys:

“They can make you think that they love you, even when they don’t,

And the problem with girls is that they can make you think that they don’t love you,

Even when they do.”

Ain’t that the sad sad truth?

Depression

Happiness comes and goes on its own free whim.

It is not controllable, or permanent, or something you can tame.

Sometimes it’s stays with me loyally,

Sometimes it leaves me completely and utterly alone.

Like a break up

All I feel I can do is lay here in bed

And hope that it comes back to me soon.

Snow (Something Brief)

The funny thing about snow is that it comes and goes in secret.

It falls silently outside,

Sets serenely on the ground,

And melts away in a slumber.

If only life could always be as peaceful as the snow

And as vibrant as the sun.

Perfect Enough (Another Quickie)

I’m not perfect.

Far from it, actually.

See, I’ve got some good points,

and some bad points.

My nose is small and round, 

My eyes are a typical brown,

And my hair needs constant care for it to look presentable.

My body has curves,

Some I like

And some I can’t stand.

I know I can improve.

And I will improve.

And I am improving.

Because I’m not perfect.

But for now,

I’m perfect enough.

Time Waits For No One (A Quicky Poem)

Not even me.

Time passes in chunks, it seems.

Last time I checked, I was in middle school.

And before that, I was a little girl, new to the world.

And now, here I am, off to be on my own

And I don’t feel ready. Not yet.

But time waits for no one, and I can’t slow it down.

All I am is me in this body

A body I have betrayed time and time again

A mind that punishes me for that betrayal every day.

But no more

Not anymore

If I’m going to change so much,

I want it to be on my own terms.

Time waits for no one

So I’ll run with it.