a tattered old rag ( Read more... )

complete desertion
in a world filled with foliage;
oranges reds and yellows
ignite my loneliness,
intensify my longing.

his bright blue eyes
burn with cold indifference.
fiery late-nights notwithstanding
deficiencies in affection.

miscommunication abound
in this world ablaze with beauty.
how i adore his smile.

....another notch.

So it really sucks that as I sit here realizing that it's never going to happen, I also know that she is there with him. That even once she is thousands of miles away, she'll still be with him, and I'll still be longing, a million miles away from his heart as I sit across the table ( Read more... )

more unrealized love. as i told my gramma, "he's an interest. but he's going to be more than an interest... he just might not realize it yet."

our friends are convinced that he and i will be married someday.reality drifts away ( Read more... )

"tear" as in tearing clothes, paper, etc., not "tear" as in cryingit doesn't glint in the moonlight ( Read more... )

What would I do
without you?
What do I do now
that you're
back in my head?

I'm rational.
I make good choices.
But with you,
there is no
logical,
no making sense.
You have control of my heart
and you've taken over
my thoughts,
my dreams,
my whispers.

I demand that you give me back ( Read more... )

I want to tell everyone. I want to talk to them about everything. And at the same time, it's so much easier not to think about it all.

And that's exactly what I don't want to be-- numb. So what do I do with the pain? You would think that it could be like a heavy load; sharing some of the burden would make it easier for me, even if everyone just ( Read more... )

Writhing ( Read more... )

Friends forever ( Read more... )