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A Confession

A Confession: Taylor Hondos

The truth is, I do not know who I am.
I do not know who I want to be.
I want to be notoriety; then again I don’t.
I want to be happy.
I want to be pleasing.
I want to be perfect.
I want to please others; my problem in a sentence.

The truth is, there is no such thing as perfection.
I have spent my entire life pleasing other; putting myself last.
I have a confession,
What I want most is to be noticed.
Noticed in writing, noticed by others.
I want to be noticed for all the good I do.
I don’t want notoriety, but just to be noticed.

Say what you will; say what you want.
We all want to be important.
I have another confession.
I have a great mind; but what is great on you,
Will control you; your thoughts, your actions.
Don’t let it anymore.

I haven’t been taken seriously,
I want to be.
I have a confession,
I am in love and afraid to be.
My mind keeps me on edge.
My mind keeps me going crazy.
Keeps getting in the way.
Keeps telling me I am not important.
Don’t let it.

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Love is…

Love Is…
By: Taylor Hondos
Love has casualties,
Love has way too many wounds.
I can’t tell you the secret,
To having a perfect love.
I can’t tell you what to do,
Or how to fix it.
But I can tell you,
Neither of you come out alive.
I can tell you that love is fickle,
Love is jealous,
Love is selfish,
Love is fragile.
I can tell you,
Be prepared.
Be careful,
For love is scary.
Even though love is scary,
You must try it.
Sometimes you come out together, 
Fragile and all.
It can be worth it,
I must tell all. 

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What Is It Worth At All

What Is Worth At All?
By: Taylor Hondos

No such thing as a perfect love,
No such thing at all. 
You go to bed with tears in your eyes,
And in the end, what was it all?
I walk alone,
And always will,
Because you’ve given up.
On the love we had,
You make me sad.
What is it worth at all?
I want to try,
What can I do?
I plead with you,
What is it worth at all?
I know what it is worth,
The love we have,
Is strong and always attentive.
But why can’t you see,
It is still me?
What is it worth at all?
The love will grow,
But you won’t show,
Just what I mean to you.
I am holding on as tight as I can,
But the goodbye is near, I know.
I want to know, 
Just what we have, 
How easy it is for you to go.
I know now what it is worth to me,
The lifetime of love and laugher.
The lifetime of hope and care.
The lifetime of devotion to you from me,
Forever.

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I Always Have to Tell You

I Always Have to Tell You
By: Taylor Hondos

I always have to tell you,
When it’s really time.
To pick up all the pieces,
And realize my demise.
I always have to tell you,
How I really feel
Because no one would notice,
If I disappeared.
I always have to tell you,
When I’m feeling sad
The way I slump my head around,
Versus really being mad.
This time I won’t tell you,
When I’ve really had enough,
I’ll pack my bags and turn the corner,
Without another touch.