Not about to get personal
My story is not the same as everyone
I've been through a lot of
Nonsense
In the simplest words,
I love reading things that
I could honestly relate to
Such a big thinker
On reality
A person could have my
undivided attention for a split second
And that was not always the case.
I've grown to realize
I wasted so much time that
I could honestly not get back
on people not worth it
It's not anyone's fault
Nor am I placing blame on any person
But myself
I adore the idea of perfection
and happiness.
And happen to be missing both of
those qualities within life
-Isabella B.
You Were Pretty
You were pretty until I saw the way
your eyes swelled when you cried,
and you were pretty until I heard
how you stutter your goodbyes.
You were pretty until I saw the way
you lock your doors at night,
and you were pretty until I knew
you never felt quite right.
You were pretty until I heard
your heart's empty plea -
but then you weren't
pretty anymore,
you were beautiful
to me.
- K.P.K
Inner Honesty
Want to be together but I'm alone
Realizing that your heart is made of stone
Couldn't share with you... my thoughts
You were never sure
Of your feelings
Always made me feel so insecure
And used me like a stepping stone
So let's pretend and remind ourselves
That my need for love & your need for lust
Has only grown
I keep saying "If you want to go, please let me know"
Because I want to move on
But you keep holding on, dragging me along
Making me believe
Why can't you see
You're not in love with me
- Isabella B
Broken Walls
The start of a commitment begins with
two people making a promise,
However that promise could
last forever or just for the moment.
In relationships,
over time
our walls begin to break and fall down!
In the few months, everything is a fairytale beginning.
Everyone’s happy.
Feelings are mutual.
Time flies. And flies.
Flies into the next 3 months.
Change erupts what was once a fairytale.
That promise becomes forgotten & hidden.
No one is happy anymore.
Feelings aren’t mutual.
Begins to wonder: Whose fault was it? Mine? His? Hers?
The walls crumble more.
Can’t fix everything now.
Best thing to do is to move out and on.
Once, one will always cherish the pieces of the broken walls.
On these walls are memories and flashbacks of the time spent.
What to do with the broken walls? No one knows.
-Isabella B.
Are You Real?
I'm sorry to question your existence.
But once again, I have to ask you: are you real?
Cause I can't stomach the thought of you
Being like me but denying that we're the same
We both have a mind that contemplates;
A body that breathes &
A heart that loves.
And I believe we're both human
Unless you're turning out to be an individual
Who questions God's creation.
You could claim as much as
you want to believe that you're real.
In the end, you could pull over fake actions.
Don't get me wrong but...
A person who is "real"; does not need to repeatedly
enforce the thought of being real into others' mind.
Yet once again, I'm moving towards a lot
of touchy situations for you
The truth has only begun
And I don't want you, my reader, to be afraid
Of something I might say.
I'm leaving this first post with my initial rhetorical question;
Are you real?
- Isabella B.
