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rule of thumbI always,
I always forget normal guys like normal girls. Its been this way for as far as
I've known, I love.....not this, but that
I am an awfully odd oddity, sometimes I wish that I was so plain for you to like me still.
Searching for the lost and goneMy whole body aches
It's been almost a whole year..
I've gone almost an entire year
without your lips on my heart.
My body is trembling, where are you?
starving and shovingEveryone was leaving me be, to wallow in so
much of myself.
That is why I slept with you,
I needed someone to be in my vacant heart.
I slept with you because I needed you to be inside me, to fill
my hollow chest.
because sometimes when you're fucking someone it really feels like they're trying
to push and shove themselves into your heart too.
LosersWe're making the same mistakes, would you like to go out for coffee some time?
We're making the same mistakes, would you like to crawl into my bed some time?
Good MothersI feel like de-friending all of you bitches on facebook.
Please, stop talking about 'Wednesday date-nights' with your daughter.
(and never breaking that promise)
Please, stop talking about you and her going to Disneyworld. Just the two of you
because you love her so much, and want that experience together.
Please, stop all of this mother-lovingness on a place where I scroll through
to see where I stand in life.
You're my mother's friend, and yet I can tell you're a better mother, even from some
shitty medium like facebook.
I'm so jealous that I will never have any of those moments, or feelings again.
WaspI'm scared of falling under again.
to have THAT feeling.
Where butterflies lick my heart and lips
and tickle my wrists.
I'd rather remain detached, safe, in control.
You open me up like a rose bud, buddy.
staticI woke up today with no emotions, or feelings about anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (can my exclamation points give u da feels instead of me)!!!!
your namethree months from now, i'll look back on this and think
"i can't believe i ever wrote your name on my desk."
but until then, i'll keep scratching it in,
over and over,
until it makes a dent,
in my heart.
018. LovePaper planes
onto my desk
from across the room.
to a smiling face
that blooms like flowers.
You can call it chemistry,
but I'd like to call it love.
The Mutual ExchangeHer body was like stone,
Her heart like ice,
Yet She oozed a sticky red warmth.
His body was like ice,
His heart; an untamed flame,
Yet no one noticed how brightly He shone.
When He crossed Her path, all She could see was His light;
Guiding Her through Her day.
When She crossed His path, all He could feel was Her frost;
Cooling the blaze inside.
When their hands brushed, nothing else mattered
Accept the mutual exchange of energy between
Heat and Cold.
Brown Eyes Aren't BoringThe cigarette fog is clearing out
And all I see are unhappy people
So many unhappy people.
This weight is pulling me down.
Rest my head.
Baby all I see are those brown eyes.
Twinkling in this sunlight.
I never seen such beautiful eyes.
Break the Mold09-12-14
Break the mold,
I want to be told,
"I'll be the one that you'll hold,"
For I no longer want to be cold...
Mermaid's Monologue For LoveI'm floating over where I should be standing
Fins are what I have, no feet for demanding
I dream about being touched upon my shoulders
As you let me know you are there
Why do I dream of love at such a young age?
Blush marks appear on my face
As I daydream about what you would provide for me
Embracing myself with arms crossing my waist
If only I could have a taste
Of the possible good things you may offer
For our relationship~
My hair tosses about in the oceans waves
The wind the earth would receive is different
Underneath the dirt and trees
My brown eyes filled with enthusiastic hope
My heart beats as if you've already arrived
Yet that is not so unto my eyes
As I hug myself, I picture you near me
My eyes close for sleepiness and wanting you
Wanting my love near my side
Before the Earth collects the ocean's tide
Blush marks redden more than usual
I open my eyes as I gaze at the moon
Before I drift off to sleep
To ease my high school conscience
Are you there to kiss my troubles each
Love with TimeIf love is not shown, is it lost forever and never to be obtained again?
Or does it remain with the one that you loved for all eternity and possibly be returned to you by the one you loved?
The only thing that has the answer is Time.
So forever there will always be hope for Love.
The Dirk To My RoxyHis name is-
Well, that's not what matters.
It's his heart,
which, yeah it's hard to see - with the robotic way he speaks
and his seemingly careless nature,
but it's there.
His heart is the terrain I trek on in my wistful dreams,
and I can only hope
I leave my mark.
The land of his soul
strains for another person;
can't you see me?
Can't you love me?
It's too much
to expect him to change his entire being,
his entire soul,
just for my own pleasure.
I want him badly, and
I don't know if this is just lust or
a harmless infatuation,
but I want him to love me.
We talk daily, about many things,
I thought he was heartless but it turns out I was
I'm the heartless one here.
So I'll keep waiting,
cause he's a Prince and I'm a rogue.
Why can't his heart be mine?
Why can't I appearify it from nothingness,
from this void,
and feel it with my own two hands,
imprinting on it eternally?
I can't help ho
Things No One Else Notices Are What I Love MostI love your eyes,
dark and focused
when you’re concentrating
on whatever it is
And your smile
That looks so silly sometimes
when you’re waiting
for a kiss
and how you get annoyed
when I just want to be close
and hold hands
and that’s all
I’m amused by
the way you sound
when I’ve surprised you
by saying something I shouldn’t have
or before you leave,
when I kiss your nose
and you don’t think it’s as cute
as I think it is,
but I can tell
that you probably still love it.
YouStillFancyDigitalClocks.I'm a broken clock, I never keep the right time! My owner should get me reconstructed. No, wait I am your clock that you bought from a messed up Horologist. But you said it yourself, you're bad with clocks, and I'm bad with guys.
I'm not a fucking brand new "shiny" digital clock that you-just-glance-at , I'm an antique, I grow on you. My rosier carved spine, gold framed hips, and wine-stained wooden lips. Are to bland for you I guess... I understand we live in a world of plastic, but I promise, if you spend a little time actually looking at my blacksmith-made, faded hands and aged Oak numbers. You would prefer my ivory face than a cheap... somethingthatcouldbeusedasafuckingtoiletcleaner.
The pain you give me is like a pounding, clanking, bell it runs all through my body. It's intruding actually, crashing in my head and making me all wobbly and such. I want my shitty unlevled pendulum-heart; the thing you keep playing with, and keep getting finger prints on by the way. Replaced maybe th
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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