Leilani Swift

SRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING BUT I DID THE WISH LIST THING CAZ, GoT a WisH wIsH lIst LiSt I juSt waNt YouuUuUUu.

Im done with broken promises; if you're not actorly gonna do something dont say u will. Once its an accident twice i can forgive but its fucking daily at this point then come the fuck on. its not just from one person either; its from my mom and if i say anything she'll be like,"im a single mom im doing the best i can." or my sister always saying sorry for having me babysit while im at her house instead of hanging out with me EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND but im not gonna say anything to her or she'll just not have time to pick me up anymore. But im really done with the lies can everyone just be honest for once. Well time for the poem.

You may not be mean or cruel; but breaking promises, breaking trusts, making people question everything and EVERYONE even the people they should trust even the people they should believe are feeding them fake truths; training them to keep there guard up at all times, never bringing it down for even a second of air, a second of believing someone something anything, might be the same or even worse.

Not my best poem if it even counts as one but its how i feel so whatever.

Also LISTEN TO THE DAMN ALBUM

I look into the pictures of ur eyes and I see a heart that’s not mine but even tho it beats me black and blue I knew no one could love me not even someone like u I look into the waters of my mind and Ive been drowning a long time but it feels like if I leave you, I might die so whats the point of trying to feel fine it pulls me deep down and under into the waters of lies mistakes and broken premises I feel every promise that u break every lie you hide under a mistake all of ur painful tricks and games every 2nd chance I watched u abuse and break like it was some kind of game hurt like I was being ripped apart and that’s not even the start.

Ok, so, I promised you poems, so, here's the start of one of the ones I started this morning:

The winds are brisk and heavy as rain brushes against tall walls of tall buildings. The floor is moist, not muddy as rain collides with the concrete jungle. It is night and the sky is dark but not a star in sight. As the rats scurry away to find a place to stay and evade the rain a young girl is left to find her own way. She walks through the streets of Manhattan head down soaked in a sweatshirt and leggings. She finally yields at a gap in the struktors, makes her way inside and is overcome by hunger. She wishes she never had to run but the sad truth is she has done this more times than none. People say it's the coward's way out: to run to flee from your problems and doubts. But to this girl hidden in the darkness it's all she can do to escape the world's harshness.

Hi everybody I just wanted to tell you guys happy pride month before I go blast YNTCD✨❤️🧡💛💚🩵💜 till next time I love y'all to the Moon and to Saturn ~ 13yo Lani Swift