i met a boy last year, in my school. he had been dating this girl for the past 5 months when we met.
we became good friends and i liked him but never told him for obvious reasons, then one day. amidst truth or dare he confessed he liked me and so did i.
we fell in “love” or atleast i did. things were working out fine but i didnt like the fact that he had a gf but claimed to love me. i am no booty call. i set the record straight to him with me wishes. he agreed to call it off with his gf but he didnt, gradually things changed. the boy who spoke to me 24x7,now, talks to me once in a month.
its not that he loves his gf. he once told me that “he has no genuine reason to stay with her, yet no reason to break up”
she is his only company in school. im the popular kiddi in school who everyone wants to befriend and he wants to remain in the folds.
i never imagined having a family and all kinds of crap until i met him. i write to him everyday. seeing your blog i understood im no exception, there are more crazy people in this world like me.
Do you have any favorite poetry tumblrs you recommend?
You are an amazing writer! I really admire your work. I can feel what you describe because of the way in which you write it. i love it, never stop writing.
d e a r j o,
it had been quite a while, hadn’t it? you never really knew me well. i bet you don’t even remember me, now. a friend called me today, saying she saw you with your friends in the mall.
i didn’t know if i should be happy, or sad. i still don’t know what to do.
i’m not a stalker, jo but i really want to know where you are. i missed you, that is. we never really used to talk, but i could see the glances you stole at me.
maybe it was nothing, maybe i was imagining it. people say it will lead to nothing, having a silly crush and being that young.
but it’s just a crush, jo. it won’t hurt anyone. i can still remember you, laughing sarcastically at my bad puns, maybe you already forgot me.
all i know, is maybe now, you can think of me. i wish you would, jo.
i wish you would
yours truly, me.
My name is Angelie. I’m 17.
I met a boy. His name is Matthew.
He thought I was weird.
And said I was pretty.
He liked me.
He asked me out.
I asked him to prom.
He told me he loved me.
I cried, because I loved him, too.
I’ll never love a man, Matthew, like I love you.
If you’re in the DC/Maryland area I’ll be doing a poetry reading at Sweet and Natural at 9pm. It’s totally free, so please join me! I’ll be spitting poems, throwing glitter, and talking about feelings! The address is 4009 34th St, Mt Rainier, MD 20712. Hope to see you all tonight!
All the best,
I know what you’re going to do.
You’re going to promise me all these things. And to be here for me throughout whatever. You’re going to promise to try to understand me. And you’re going to swear to God that you’re different. And one day you’ll stop responding to my texts and you’ll start to be busy when I want to hear your voice. Your heart will be as distant as the planets from one another and you’re going to make me go crazy. And I know this because it’s happened before. Because you are him. And you are every guy after him. You are all the same. Cheaters. Disloyal. Dishonest. Selfish. Vague. I no longer ignore my first instinct to get the hell up out of whatever I’ve involved myself into. I leave with these monsters of men my secrets, each one bearing a different part of my heart but none having the whole of my heart except him. And I could never make that mistake again. So I know what you’re going to. Stop giving me the bullshit “you’re beautiful” “I really like you” act and walk away. I’ll be fine.
— What you (the general you) do. -m.l. (via mkylxx
how do you show your boyfriend you love him?? I try but i want him to really feel it. like really feel it.
Well…that’s a tough question to answer. When I wanted to show “Him” I loved him, I wrote one hundred letters and proclaimed it to the world. But I wouldn’t suggest you do something this big, honestly, in love, it’s all the small things you do (even if it’s something as small as not wearing glittery nail polish around him because you know he doesn’t like it) that show a person your true feelings. That attention to detail reveals so much.
again here is the sky
a star collapsing
i find your breath
in my lungs.
It’s my birthday!
Just thought I’d let you all know since you are my loves. If you live in the DC area I encourage you to come out to Busboys and Poets 5th & K tonight at 9pm. I’ll be performing (With pink balloons!) and it’d make me super happy if you guys came out! It’ll be fun! And my super lovely friend and a poet I greatly admire Jonathan B Tucker will be hosting. Come join us and wish me a happy birthday. You can purchase tickets here (They’re only 6 dollars!) https://www.eventbrite.com/e/open-mic-5th-k-april-16-2014-hosted-by-jonathan-b-tucker-featuring-mcpherson-time-tickets-11033231693?aff=rss
All the best,