This is a story set long ago, way back in ye olde 19-2010. It was a different time. Smartphones were fairly new, YouTube kept getting bigger, and I was on the edge of eighteen. It was an amazing summer, even though it started on a sour note. I had been in an on-again-off-again relationship with a girl since sixth grade. We had one of those TV relationships that were so frustrating, and this was the season where going forw...

Still no message Looking longingly at the screen Wondering why you have not messaged me Will you message me, if not, why not Have I upset you, do you no longer want me   Still no message I try to distract my mind There must be something else I can do Could turn off the phone, no I might miss it   Still no message Should I message you, should I go first Would I appear desperate, would you even respond My mind is full of do...

I used to feel safe when you held me,Now all there is left is anxiety. The tears that flow aren’t from a hard spank,But because your affection for me has shrank.  I cannot win, even when I try.I end up useless in your eyes. Bruised and battered, a fuckdoll brokenFrom devastating words you’ve chosen.  There is little thrill, instead there’s fearOf what you’ll do to me here. I don’t want to stay, I don’t want to go.I miss t...

Hidden loveSitting in this houseThat is quiet as a mouseAll the silence is driving me crazyWatching this computer screen being lazyChecking my inbox hoping to seeA message from you is what I needKnowing someone is there to help me find the right pathAvoiding you would simply fuel my wrathWhen all the joking around stopsI feel as if my head is about to popAs my anger swells to an all-time highI rather say nothing than tell...

''Hi, Babe I'm home!" John calls as he walks through the door. He slams it hard, and I can tell it didn't go well. I sigh to myself, because I knew this all along. It was so silly to let myself hope. To let us both hope. "I'm in the bedroom," I call out, my voice shaking a little, but not to much. He walks in and he looks at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for the news which I already know. There is no cure. I'm going to...

The deptHs of my eternal soul tormEnted with pain shAttering my heart and toRturing me as I conTinue to think of you. I try my Best to forget and tRy my best not to cry and I cOver up my pain with faKe laughs and smiles no onE suspects a thing and they Never realize I’m really dead inside.The capital letters in the poem spell out heart broken... but I could not get it to line up correctly.

Frankie was the first girl I was attracted to. We met when I started university – she was my chemistry lab partner. She had short trendy brunette hair, sparkling green eyes that twinkled when she smiled and the most gorgeous soft pink lips that pouted ever so slightly. She always dressed well and kept up with the latest trends that made the other girls in my class envy her.   We shared the same interests in music and film...