date night

It’s half past 8 it’s Friday
Their are no dates
I have a million stories but I
Couldn’t tell you one where I been loved
The way I see those in the crowds
Hands tossed inside fingers smiles latched in circles
I am lost alone with empty promises
My hands lost in my face
There is nothing much I could say
Except that I’m home alone

Writing this story on a Friday night .

No ones ever loved me the way they said they did
No ones ever loved me the way I loved them

So who am I ,
An orphan ?

Maybe as I get lost in the crowd alone
Some one will grab my hand
And not let go
Maybe they will love my smile

But for now I write this letter
From an empty pillow
Wondering why

Addiction

Addiction -

It’s a needle

I’m the hay stack

There’s no arguing that
As I pass us in the hall
Watching us exchange old smiles
Can’t fake the love or old mistakes
Tattoo name sakes on right rib cage
No regrets as I cry alone on my pillow case

I didn’t lose out because we lost interest
But because of addiction
Seems like it was a Demon
Came like a thief
Stole the best of you and me .

So when they say I should be over it
When they say I dodged a bullet
Maybe there will be one part no one gets

That every thing we were will always stay frozen
You see because we didn’t leave because
We didn’t love each other
But we were torn like a broken frame from its picture .

But that’s addiction .

A pain that never stops hurting
A choice we can’t stop choosing .
All I’m asking now is for the healing
For the man who was stolen

From me . - Amy Everett

Loving

What to do when you feel so alone . It’s 9:30 on a Saturday night I’m home alone. Raigan is gone I could be out doing anything but instead I’m writing this. Depression has gotten the best of me for good reason . I’ve been let down and I’m no victim it’s just am I ok enough to be loved ? Why am I so lonely ? Why do the people who claim to love me lie. I think about how this could be my fault I’m
A nice person falling for bad people. So where is my person ? The one I’m meant to be with ?

Am I not pretty ? Not loveable ? I give up

News

Everybody wants til there’s nothin left 

Nothin left of me 

So tell me how I find the part 

Where someone wants to love me . 

It seems like an old revolution 

Where I put my heart in your pocket 

And they do what they want with it 

Tell me it’s my fault 

Walk with my Benifit 

So please explain to me . 

I travel

This world alone 

No one really knowing me 

I’m left alone at night 

You wonder how it gets the best of me 

Or why I keep writing the same thing 

Because no ones ever taken the time to love me .