They Don't Lie

Every poem is a story about thinqs that happen in my life . just in case i forqet there always their as reminders. if you wanted to know how i really feel its always easier to read my poems then to ask me personally. they talk about the thinqs that i dnt lke talkinq about outloud. they`re the feelinqs i dont wanna feel buhh they`re the truth and unlike people they never lie. Thanks for readinq [:

xoxo ,

   Karen Rosmery De Los Santos

There's always two sides of a story

On the Outside

im a big girl
i can handle myself
dont be afraid to hurt me
cause i would never ask for yur help
qrow some balls
be a man
tell me wah yu really mean
dont suqar coat sad stories
so yu dont have to hurt me
theres never a qood way to break
bad news so dont try and catch
me let me fall
ill be up aqain soon


***

On the inside


im terrified of what ill find
in this deep dark forest of mine
one will shine but its so hard to find the liqht
when darkness clouds your mind
deeper in you go only to realize
its darker then it was before
its harder to move across
the bumpy hidden ground
its darkness all around
and where to go from here
i do not know
i havn't found a light
i havnt found anyone
worth qivinq it to

After a couple shots of Bacardi

Just Friends :

if anything
after everything
after we talk about what happened
it wouldn't matter
none of it would change a thing
so it doesnt matter what i think
it doesnt matter if by kissinq me you realized somethinq
that yu already did or didnt know
none of that chanqes anything
because in the end
we will be exactly what we were before
just friends


Knowinq :

Knowing doesnt mean anythinq
knowinq just qives me another reason
of why i dnt care
knowinq just satisfys me
qives me an endinq a conclusion
it lets me qive yu a qoodbye
im not qood with qoodbyes
so qivinq me reasons
lettinq me know
actually means nothinq
except for lettinq me let qo


Before and after

None of it meant anything at all
the feelinq
knowinq
it didnt mean anythinq
nothinq has chanqed
we are the same thinq we were before it all
but what i cant qet past
is the fact that we fit
there i was leaninq on you
were lonq aqo i wished i could always be
but i cant remember
if it chanqed anythinq
it wasnt the same it was different
i know you
i loved you
i qot over you
but where do i stand now
it was a stupid thinq to do
and maybe
i shouldnt of done it
but it happened
and theres nothinq i can do now



i honestly feel like i qet to personal with my poems buh i can never delete them from my bloq cause wah if my computer crashes my poems qone forever.

Pennsylvania Poems

Handling it : Openinq up

i cant handle break ups,
whining, goodbyes
I cant handle attention,
forevers, stupid lies
i dont need someone to tell me
how much they love me every five seconds
or someone who cant even keep
a productive conversation
i cant handle just starinq at someone whos mouth
isnt sayinq a word
someone who cant handle a simple joke
or a sarcastic remark
all i need is someone whos there
who isnt afraid to yell at me or tell me when im wronq
someone who doesnt quote a verse
from some cheesy love sonq
i need someone to huq me
even when i push them away
someone who i know after everythinq
will still be there at the end of the day
dont tell me you love me
if you dont really mean it
cause i wouldnt tell yu i did
if i honestly didnt
i cry when im anqry
or when thinqs arent qoinq riqht
dont need a babysitter to hold my hand at niqht
i smile when im happy or when i dont want people to see
whats actually really qoinq on with me
i dont need parents i already have them
i just need a person
an actual friend
someone who in the end
I understand
someone whos willing
someone whos different
you dont one day just realize
something thats always been there
its yes or no
you know or you dont
i dont need someone who cant make up their mind
thats just bullshit and a waste of my time
i dont need any of that and thats why i know
that the person i need
is not you

its always easier to fall apart

i struggle to hold back tears
fighting to come out
breakinq everythinq i tried to keep inside
memories of when
you jumped off that tree trying to fly
you thought you were a bird
memories of when
you crashed your car into a lampost
trying to make a u-turn
so you could come bakq to me
so you could say sorry
memories of when you first kissed me
and how surreal it felt
the summer air making it
sweet and sticky
memories of when you laughed
at my silly little jokes
that werent at all funny
but the memory that i cant
seem to forget is the one
where you walked out of the door
with a pained look on your face
barely whispering telling me
how we couldnt be toqether anymore
you always made me feel like
i was the most importent person in the world
but now i just want to hide in the corners of it
where no one could find me realizinq
alone in the darkness
its just easier to fall apart

Real

yes you mattered
you were the most importent
because you were real
i thought being with you was
beyond physical
it wasn't like every other guy
the ones i kissed without knowing
you were my friend
and i cared
and so i thought you cared to
but that wasnt the case
it wasn't love
not even close
but you were the closest thing to anything
and the day you ended the dream i was in
it broke away any belief
of someone different
because you were exactly like
every other thoughtless guy
that i have met
you werent real at all

Silence

You never say a word
its just a look that you qive me
one of qoodbye
even though we havnt spoken in a while
its a look that seems to shatter
any hope of happiness
and after 5 seconds of your silence
you leave just like that
and i want to chase you, stop you
buh I dont
and i wake up and fall asleep
knowinq ill see you soon aqain

Last Night

Last night yu cut off
every connection we ever had with your cold tone
as if i no longer mattered
as i once upon a long time ago
you hadnt looked at me and cared
no, not last niqht
last niqht
wahtever i thought was still there
left the day you did

when you care about someone theres always room for chanqe *


the END of pennsylvania poems

piece of my puzzle

talkinq to you makes it harder to breath
words dont ever seem to come out riqht
and i thnk im pretty much makinq a fool of myself
buh that never really matters because you see me
you see beyond the wall i put up
wen im around yu my body seems to qet tense
and i qet butterflies that make me want to explode
and my body seems to shake
buh all of that doesnt matter because yu see beyond the nervous looks
you see me like no one can like no one before
you make me see life and love and
it doesnt matter that yur exactly the same way i am
because we fit like the last piece of my puzzle

---

and it never matterd wah yu sed or if yu ment it or not
because none of that chanqes how i felt

Life

& when the world seems to have qiven up on me

it comes around and taps me on the shoulder

lettinq me know its riqht there waitinq for me

to qive it a chance

waitinq for me to explore every corner

chanqe a life

make a difference

fall in love

and fall out

qet anqry

cry

smile

lauqh

enjoy

and realize

its all i ever wanted

Fiasco

masks hide what we chose not to see
they cover lies and mistakes
of who we wish we could be
her lifes a circus
cameras flashing
the loud noises the cheering crowd
they`ve all come out to seee you
they`ve come too snoop around
when all you want to do is hide
buh as yu stand there dumbfoundedly in the middle
thinking of how you let it qet like this
yu look back at life and how it used to be
wen it was simple and carefree
buhh now yur fallinq deeper into a
protruding hole of those who are lost
never to be found aqain
qone forever in the midst of it all

Contemplating

yet to be - i n s p i r e d -

Bits & Pieces

we all have our own twisted way at looking at love
as either a burden or a gift
something that we look forward to finding
or something we pay no mind to
love doesn't look like anything in specific
it doesn't hide
its mearly just not where you expect it to be
sometimes not living up to your standards
but honestly it never matters what it looks like
it only matters if you see it beyond its exterior
beyond physical meaning
its what you see beyond reflections
its what you see beyond others opinion
its how their mistakes how their imperfections
are no lonqer importent its how no matter
how different they may be it never matters
because exchanqinq imperfections for love
is the best qift you can think of