Hey, I'm pretty new to this but I love writing. I especially love writing when I'm inspired, which doesn't happen often but when it does I can't stop.
So, I was wondering if any of you would like to share some things that you've written in the past. Also, I would love it if I could share my favourite piece that I've ever written.
oxo, Aimz
Go! Take a shot!!!
ok, it's kind of long but I love it so. oxo
Alright!
LOVE FOR YOU
My ambition is to make you love me like you once did. To make you love me like I do you.
Your eyes are perfect, enough. When I stare into them I see us both, together, smiling. I feel protected for some apparent reason, for I know, that never would you ever protect me the way I would imagine. When you smile it makes new, undiscovered butterflies unleash themselves ready for catching. The kind of butterflies that are swift and will never settle. But, when you smile, it makes me happy, for I know that you are fine and that is all I could ever ask for. It makes me especially happy when you smile because of me, as I have accomplished you having at least a slight moment of happiness.
You heart is big, I know. You have shown it before but not fully. It’s like you don’t want to reveal yourself to me too much in case I don’t like it or something. I don’t care if you don’t give me your full heart because I will give my heart, body and soul until death do us part, even if you hate me because you have no choice. I feel like I don’t know you. I got over you for a while and I was proud because, most importantly, I lived without you. I got through the blood-that my heart pumped around my body when I saw you-sweat-from me worrying about you one day hating me-and the tears-from the nights when I told the moon about you-but I’m here. It wasn’t until the other day that I saw you with someone other than me, walking down the stairs, laughing, that I remembered. All the things I did for you. When you did nothing for, us. Reality straight up grabbed a knife, sharpened it in front of me, and struck it right through my heart. I always know where you are, not in a stalker-ish kind of way but, more like a checking up on you, kind of way. Only because you are the one who always sits cross-legged opposite of me in that stupid corner when I am upset. You ask and ask and ask- “What is wrong, Aimee?” but the normal reason I cannot tell you what everyone wants to know is because the normal problem, is me missing you. Me missing touching you. Me missing being able to tell you how much I love you, how much I need you. I can’t do that. Only because it might make you feel bad.
Jealousy always takes me over. I am the definition of jealousy. I don’t like it when other girls who are smarter, funnier, prettier than me like you because I’m scared you’re going to choose her and never ever leave her and I’ll have lost my stupid chance that you could’ve been mine, but I messed it up, I messed it up again. Sometimes people tell you they love you because they’ve been in the relationship for a while and think that it’s ‘time’ to say that but, when I said it to you, I said it because I meant it. I genuinely meant it. You had me head over heels, or should I say dance shoes. I walked around behind you with a lovestruck smirk on my face. It was stupid and still is.
I will always choose you. Even if you’re in another parallel universe from me I will find you and I will love you all over again and I will make the same mistakes a million times until I get it into my stupid little head that you are bad news for me.
I always see you looking at me and I don’t know if it’s a bad thing or not. People are always hinting. But I don’t think that you realise.
When you touch me, it sends a shock all the way up my body. My legs start to shake, and I feel like I’m going to collapse. It’s so pathetic but I can’t help it.
You compliment me and when you do it makes me smile. I know I look stupid but, it makes me feel great. You are one of the main reasons that I’ve cried in my life. When I tell people that I’m crying over you, I don’t think they understand, like at all. They don’t understand how much I am hurting because we are not connected at the heart anymore. It is one of the most painful things that I have ever experienced in my life. Just promise me one thing, my baby…you’ll never forget me.
That's neat! Interesting. Is it free-verse prose, or poetry?
that's amazing!! I can share a bit:
It's called "You Left Me Alone In Baltimore."
You said you would be here.
You said get on the plane.
I spent four hours in Economy
Just to see you again.
Where are you, dad?
I’ve been standing outside for an hour!
People are bustling right past,
Ignoring me, the awkward wallflower.
You’re leaving me alone in Baltimore,
Right here out on the street.
We had planned our whole summer;
But now I have nothing to eat.
I thought you’d actually love me for once,
Thought we’d have a good time.
But now the sun is setting;
Please come for me! Don’t leave me this time.
A car pulls up, I jump for joy!
I go to leap inside;
But it was someone else’s car.
It’s been too long. I’m going inside.
I called you 9 times on the public phone
And you ignored every single one.
You know what? You’ve had your chance.
I’m boarding the next flight home.
So much for a perfect summer, dad.
I wasted a whole day of my life
Just to try and be with you.
I guess I’m not wanted in your life.
But the day will come, eventually
Where you’ll regret that choice.
I’ll be riding high and mighty
And over me, you’ll have no voice.
You’ll pay for what you did to me
(not like in a killing way),
And soon enough you’ll see
It was a mistake you didn’t stay.
You left me alone in Baltimore
But I don’t mind it now;
one day I’ll be better than you’ve ever been
And all you’ll think is: “how?”
How did I break the chains?
How did I move on?
Well, there’s a little thing called Hope
That won’t let me be gone.
Hope I’ll never be like you,
Hope that I’ll be strong;
Hope that I’ll be there for my kids
And love them, short and long.
I won’t leave them in Baltimore,
Shivering in the cold;
I will love them and protect them
For as long as my story is told.
So no, I won’t be like you,
And leave my promises empty.
Unlike you, I’ll be there for them,
And they’ll never feel the pain I felt
when you left me.
Also cool.