This is the end
I’m upset and lost
Tired and confused
I look at what is offered
I don’t want to refuse

We used to be friends
and oh do I want that again
But this is probably the end

Others can see what we obviously can’t
We’re no good for each other

All that we cause is drama and pain
Are we insane?

Did we think this would work?
That our significant others
wouldn’t object to our words?

While I’m grateful for the good times
Thankful for the memories
I feel like we’re committing multiple crimes

I’m sorry to say this my friend
But this is goodbye

The End

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I made this poem
just for you

Listen and learn
For my poems are
a type of art
a door to my heart

I write what I feel
and describe what I see
I make my thoughts
a reality

Poems are a way to
express myself
But also to help others express themselves

By reading this
I hope you see
that reading and writing poems
isn’t as bad as it seems

Like a tree
My body is
Free
from all the negativity
that is thrown at me

My body is strong
I stand my ground to
prove that this is where
I belong

My beauty is not
defined by all the lies
that society
underlines

My happiness
is not defined
by someone else
and is not dependent
on any one thing
except myself

People can hurt me
drag me down
but scars heal over time
and I will rise back up from the ground

Like a tree
My body
My beauty
My happiness
is defined by only one person

And that person is me

Every word you’ve
said to me
Keeps me in a prison
and I can’t break free

My thoughts that
were once only of you
Have turned into questions
as to why you treat me
the way you do

The tears I shed
are not for you
They’re for all
the parts of me
I gave to you
That I will never get back

The thoughts and tears
I’ve bottled up

Have reached extreme
I’m about to give up

This bubbly personality
I show
is to convince you
that I’ve let go

My only hope
My only wish
is that someday
You’ll understand

For now
I’ll accept our
Fate

That we’ve become
Strangers with memories

Look in the mirror
What do you see?

Zits, scars, and dimples
Not a beautiful being

But look again my dear
For what you see isn’t true

You are beautiful
No need to redo

Imperfections and flaws
Should get an applause
For that is what makes you, you

You’re a diamond
A delicate flower
Surely a woman of great power

Don’t ever forget this
For you can do great things
If only you believe