Crrruush

Why did you have to be so...so...
I can't even describe you
But its not fair
how good you are
Like there isn't a single
Bad
Thing in your soul
Such an amazing person
And I barely know you
Though I'd like to know you better
You make me smile
And you encourage me
I wish i could make you smile

Ow

I think i broke my knee i yell as i lie on the floor
They keep watching the game and completely ignore
Sigh
Stand back up
I wonder if i really hurt myself
Maybe they'd pay attention to me
Because faking is not doing anything

Torn

Two completely different guys. Two totally different ways of kissing. Two distinctly different ways of making me feel.

Lusty.
Horny.
Whore-y.
But oh if you'd only touch me there. Like you mean it.

Loved.
Honored.
Wanted.
But oh if you'd only hold me tighter. Like you mean it.

Please mean it.

Team

Great job guys! Rosie! blahblahlah.
You never actually treated me like i was part of the
Team
I feel cut off, am
I
supposed to push my way through you?
That doesn't really seem right
How can i feel like a part of you when you are
Numb
To me

Thought?

Me?
Is that who you are talking to?
You think I am important enough to listen to?
To hear my thoughts on life.
Overlooked so many times.
Just used to bellittlement.
(Not sure if thats a word)
Aaahhh but it is like fresh air
Coming from a a small window of opportunity and love.

Rosie, Welcome

So... Dear Readers,

My friend Roselyn will now be posting to my blog. She has her own name on each post, and maybe we'll format our posts differently for easier reading. She could just create her own, but I feel like this'll be cool. Like maybe we'll understand each other more or something. Well... That's it on Rosie.

P.S. I love her to death, and she's an amazing writer. Enjoy ;)

Why Can't We Be In Love

So much drama we've weathered

Our binding never for long severed

Nothing ever enough to tear us apart

Nothing capable of emptying our hearts

Then why can't we be in love?

Is it not predestined above?

Has our time together not proved

That our love, this love, is true.

So why aren't we IN love?

Is it not written in the stars above?

Can we be like Romeo and juliet

With love that loves till death?

My love for you is much like a tree.

It begins in my roots

And extends to very tip of me.

It like a lion's roar

Obnoxious and boisterous

And from my very essence it poors.

So why are we not in love?

It simply is not predestined nor written above

I love you way too much

To entertain the possibility of a relationship making us lose touch.