Emo poems

Hey, if anyone's still out there, hello again

I wrote these poems about a year ago to try to deal with some crappy pseudo relationship
stuff. Now seems like as good a time as any to post themThey're not very good, but whatever man, they were cathartic.
Feel free to mock them openly.

Ways not to let it show

Kill your heart, hide the pain, forget the tears you cry
There's nothing here but death for you, no matter what you try
For all your fiery passion, for all your pretty words
in the end you are a child to her, foolish and absurd
your passion and your poetry, your vision and your songs,
amounts to naught but wasted breath, and every note is wrong

You cling to your naïveté, your foolish thoughts of love
she thinks you speak of subjects you don't know the nature of

you lack an understanding, a knack for laissez faire
it's a badge of your adulthood, the art of meaningless affairs
She won't respect your feelings, she'll never taste your tears
your emotions are beyond her,they hold no meaning here

I think you want to play the victim, she was happy to oblige
certain lessons learned by bleeding can't be gathered otherwise
Do you feel a little wiser, with those bruises on your soul?
Or areyou history repeating, a losing battle with control?

Raise a glass to wasted sorrow, here's a toast to pointless tears
You start doubting your tomorrows, when you dwell in bygone years
Your decision is to focus on the good times that you had
You will put the past behind you, no more time for being sad

You may have learned a bitter lesson, hanging on to hard won truth
another chapter for reflection in the annals of your youth
Just don't let the past consume you when the present beckons now
You are bound for better things than grief and bitterness allow

It may be time to reevaluate leaving your heart out on your sleeve
your candor and sincerity will oft not be well received
The truth is honesty is simply not a virtue anymore
We traded up for games we play and hearts like bolted doors

But to steel yourself against the hurt would be difficult indeed
The feelings that you hide away could be the very ones you need
Be true to what you are inside, don’t ever lose your hope
You are a thousand possibilities on a million different roads


Words to live by

You're not being
very Mature
she said
and he was
left
standing there foolishly
heart in his hand
wondering what maturity
has to do with
the pain
he was feeling,
and how
it could ease it.

Don't tell me
what to feel
she said
I know what I want
and who I am
I don't want your advice
I don't need it
Her words
cut through him
like a knife
and left him
to question why
his own
feelings
seem somehow

secondary,

but hers

were
paramount.

His feelings
wont go away
his feelings
were the ones he had to live with
and at the end of the day
it was his feelings
that weighed him down
like bricks
when he felt like
this past year
all he'd been doing
was
treading water,
desperately trying
to keep from going
under
again,
struggling to
catch his breath
as his head sunk
under the waves
and he somehow
managed to
break the surface
again
and keep from drowning.

His feelings
were honest,
with no duplicity,

nothing

heldback

everything

laid out

on the table

take them
or
leave them.

She left them

they were of no use
to her
too simple
too pure
life is far
too
complicated
for
your
childish love.

She wanted to

be friends

she said

just
friends

and

then

she

kissed

him

and it was amazing,

a moment of
pure
magic
that changed him
awakening a part of him
that he'd thought
was dead
forever
that he may have
killed
himself
without
knowing it

It was
a moment
where
time
stood
still
and the only thing
that mattered

was her

she was his
whole world
in that instant
if he could have
he would have stayed
with her
forever

Then she moved on

she had
better
things
to do
than
waste time
with
little boys
or men
with
boys hearts

She had

responsibilities

a life
she had

all
mapped
out

in her head

a plan

and
he
didn't
fit

he was chaos
an uncertainty
that she
just wouldn't risk.

She knew
what
she
wanted,
and you

weren't
it
boy

Why couldn't you
just accept that?

why
can't
you
just

move on?

Why are you
crying on the bus

in front of strangers

like a fool

a fool
who loves

too much

feels
too deeply

out of place
in a world of cold steel
and disconnection
a little too alive.

Relax she said,
you're too intense
and he had tried,

he
really
had

but he was prone
to being swept up
in waves of emotion,
it was his blessing
and his curse.

There was
no salve for it
no balm
no matter
how hard
he tried to change it
it remained
a part of
him
he could
no more
deny it
than he could

stop breathing.

He wanted to be happy,
wanted to

be loved

It was
all
he wanted
really

to love others
and to
be loved
in return.

He had
allowed
himself
to think
he might
have found it
someone to love
someone who
would love him
in return

but

she did not

could not

and so he was

alone

again

left with nothing
but memories
and the bitter solace
of his own thoughts.

There was
no malice
in his heart
he still cared
for her
he wanted her to

be happy

to
be loved

even if
it meant
he would be

alone

He would have

given anything

for her

would have tried
to be

anything

she asked of
him

and that was
perhaps foolish
as well
because people should
love you
for who
you are
and he had been willing
to lose
himself
in her

in pursuit of
her love

Perhaps
she was right
all
along

they were
not meant to be
but this realization,

too little
too late

was of
no comfort

did nothing
to ease his sadness

It swept over him
in waves
bitter and yet
beautiful
like sweet music
at a funeral.

Three is the magic number
they say
third times the charm
a holy trinity of heartbreak
and this time
it finally did the trick.

The boy's heart
was not immune
and though it would
not allow itself to
cloud over
with bitterness
would not
succumb
to sadness
and despair
and become
cold

like the hearts of men
who long ago
forgot the joys
of their youth

the beauty in the everyday

it was not above
learning lessons

especially
the hard way

He would not
stop feeling
but he would

leave

turn away

and
not
look
back

he would not hide
from pain
it was the twin of joy
the two
seemed inseparable
but he certainly
would not seek it out.

He wished her well
he hoped
that she would

find
what
she
was
looking
for

be happy
and loved.

He would
never
forget
her

would

always cherish

what they had shared,
but time

moves
us
all
onward

and life has a funny way
of leaving us

behind

if we don't

keep
the
pace

He could no longer stay
with her
it only led to sadness,
he would
no longer
abide in sadness
would not
willingly
partake
in a game
where
he was

always the loser

He would
move on,

but
he would
take a part
of her
with him
always
hidden away
in that boys heart
protected from harm
his secret treasure.