Same situation as Stolen Kisses.

He's a pervert, a 27 year old pervert.

I showed it because I cared, but honestly I was scared.

A poem about females, and more directly, me.

"Remember Me," by Two Steps from Hell  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DWno4j7pSg is my inspiration for this, as well as what I'm going through.

Because not all my stuff is morbid. This is how I feel. I want to worship with all my heart.

This was written for my best friend, who is struggling with anorexia (Ana) and suicidal thoughts.

A poem dedicated to the friend from stolen kisses.

Written for my first ex.

***** to love and be let down.

I looked through some old facebook messages, and I came across a conversation that went like this.

Written for my ex, letting him know I'm completing myself.

Same as yesterday.... Again. Stolen kisses contains the backstory.

I am literally cold all the time. Even in the summer you won't find me without a blanket or something wrapped around me. I'm so pale, and I lose the feeling in my hands and feet more often than not. The closer to winter it gets, the harder it is to breath, and my nose has bled a few times. I wonder if you can get hypothermia from the inside out, and I'm frozen on the inside?

I was at camp, and my friend bet me a can of mountain dew that I couldn't write a limerick about a limerick, so I did. I got my mountain dew. (I know it's not a good limerick, but I was 11...)

My healing poem

The goal of this was to have it end in hope, but still capture what I feel.

I dunno, watched Catching Fire again, and couldn't help but write dark things.

The man I wrote the last one about came and visited me on his birthday, this is all I could think.

This was written for my friend, who was and sometimes still is struggling with anorexia.

The same guy from Homewrecker's Repent, Stolen Kisses, Among the Stacks, and the like. He visited me, and we ended up kissing.

This is me, described in the terms I know how.

Just got my heart broke, *again*

Written from one of my youth leader's perspectives, he's 23, and is constantly doing things like leaving his hand on mine for much too long, or whispering "game strategy" in my ear.

I miss him so much.

Written for the same man that Aches, Among the stacks, and Homewrecker's repent was written for.

Ok, so the story behind this is that I made a friend at camp, a guy (I think I'll call him Jimmy here) who was a counselor, and went to the same church as one of the girls (I'll call her Mimi)  in my group of friends. I became close to Jimmy, because he learned my story, and I his, and they were so similar in a way that made us want to stay close to each other. We became accountable to one another, and so I stuck close to him physically and emotionally. Mimi pulled me aside one day, with a couple of my other friends, and they cornered me, and told me that they were going to stage an intervention, to "get me right" and keep me away from Jimmy, because he was a bad person. Had they listened to me, they would've known that everything they told me that he had done, were things I myself had done, that I knew he had done, and I knew we were both ashamed of doing. I didn't listen to them when they started spreading the rumors about his past around the camp, and we remained close throughout the weeks after camp ended. 3 weeks later, camp for the younger kids started, and my "friend" Mimi was a counselor. Now I wasn't a counselor this week, but I had a young dear friend (I'll call her Alison) who was like a baby sister to me, who was in Mimi's cabin as a camper. Now Alison was a shy girl, so she attaches to only a few people who she'll trust with her life. I told her to trust her counselors, Mimi, and another one of my friends who staged the intervention 3 weeks before. Now Mimi had no clue just how close Alison was to me, and did not watch what she said. She started telling all of the girls in her cabin that she liked a guy named Jimmy, and pointed him out to them. She told them that there were nasty rumors spread about him (not mentioning that she had spread the rumors) and that she didn't believe a word of them. She also told the girls that I had spent all of camp holding hands, and sneaking off with Jimmy, but none of it was Jimmy's fault, I had forced himself to, and pushed myself at him out of desperation. At this point my very shy friend Alison defended me, and while picking her up from camp, she let me know what had been going on. I have not, and will not confront this friend, I wrote this poem to try and let it go, although it still stings.

"During this past week my feelings for you as a friend have gone away and I tried to fake it to see if I could feel it but it didn't work." Right. Ok, and follow up with this line a couple minutes later, "P.s. there was a point where I almost fell for you" And if that wasn't bad, this was how the conversation started just moments before. Me: "I'm sorry for the way I've been acting, I'm just a little bit worried, that's all." Him: "Oh I see. Nothing to be worried all is fine." Me: "I'm glad..." I'm through.

Don't push me into something. You try to get close to me, and every step closer you take, I'm going to take 5 away.

For my (only somewhat) secret love <3

Sorry for the swearing, I don't swear, it's really weird for me to swear.

There is a battle going on for me, and many teens nowadays' souls. I struggle to follow the Lord in what I do, but it is hard.

I will rise above, and I will overcome.

One of my best friends (who I used to have an unattached slightly physical relationship with) has started dating his ex, but me and him still hang out as friends, which sometimes leaves me slightly discouraged.

To Nick. The best first boyfriend a girl could have asked for, one that would inadvertently teach her to not put up with someone obsessed with controlling her. For being loving despite everything I didn't know. I can't believe you're 20, and I forgot.

Short for me, really short.