Rolynda Tienda

Hi! I'm a university student and a blogger. I write, sketch, and paint on my walls. I read often, and I highlight sentences in books when I think they are particularly meaningful.

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  • August 31, 11:54 PM

    I love you More.

    When you tell me I don’t love you

    my head worries “is this fact?”

    all this time I was here thinking

    that without you my world is flat.

    When you tell me I don’t love you

    I can’t put myself but down,

    all this time I thought I loved you

    but you’ve taken back my crown.

    When you tell me I don’t love you

    I have to let myself down

    let my smile turn to melted etches

    of the saddest frown.

    When you tell me I don’t love you

    I hold myself back

    I think about the things I did

    to make you think just that.

    When you tell me I don’t love you

    I hurt deeper still

    deeper than the deepest ocean

    my love is all my will.

    When you tell me I don’t love you

    I remind myself before

    of the times when it was all so easy

    nothing was a chore.

    When you told me I don’t love you

    I told myself right away

    that the truth is that I love you more

    than I could ever show or say.

    I may seem like a burden

    someone’s peeve and so abrupt

    I may seem as if I don’t want near you

    but I have to break my trust.

    I love you more than life itself

    no matter what you think,

    I love you like the leaves of trees

    need waters for a drink.

    I love you like an ocean

    loves all it’s fishy friends.

    I love you more than liberty

    loves all it’s slow amends.

    I tell you that I love you

    but I know you don’t believe

    I know it’s hard to see it

    when all I do is leave.

    I’m sorry about my person

    theres nothing in my charm

    the way I made you feel that day

    does us not but harm.

    I want you to know I’m honest

    I can’t pretend to lie

    part of the way I treated you

    was protection from your eyes.

    I’ll never think I’m worthy

    I’ll know I never was

    no matter what you decide

    I know that all I did was try

    sometimes it was too much.

    But please know that I do love you

    that I wish I held your hand

    everytime that you were next to me

    but you’ll never understand.

    Somethings just keep me from it

    fear that I’ll decay

    I don’t get how you’d want me

    when I can’t stand my own face.

    I apologize for pushing

    pushing everything away

    I want to love the way you love

    but what if I destroy it any way?


    Filed under: Poetry
  • August 13, 02:15 AM

    May 2006– Untitled

    Theres this guy

    that catches my eye

    he never waits for me.

    Sometimes in black

    Sometimes in red

    Sometimes melancholy.

    Perhaps his voice

    Perhaps his eyes

    Perhaps his “manly” arms.

    I cannot trace

    the point of thought

    that gives me this alarm.

    This stunning trance

    This valiant glance

    into his morbid face.

    Unheard of means

    nightmarish dreams

    another fall from grace.


    Filed under: Poetry

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