I really hope this dance
Doesn't end up like all the rest I've attended
I'll act like I'm not lonely
The way I've always pretended
And when the slow song comes on
I'll be standing in a dress
Fighting back tears as I watch couples dance
With no one to impress
Even if I AM lonely
I just really want this to turn out right
I just want to be happy with the lights and the music
If only for a night

You’re an icicle
So flawless and beautiful
But so cold to me

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You're trying to make me see your point of view
But it's hard to see clearly with tears in my eyes
you'll just watch me like a raindrop rolling down the window out of sight

.There is nothing else left to say to you.
I have said it all.
Poetry is emotions made out of words.
And I only have these last few unpretty words left for you
They are simply put, but I mean them with every ounce of my soul.

You're not sorry
I'm not sorry
You hate me
I hate you
You hurt me
And those I loved
So I sure as hell
Hope I hurt you.
Just stay away now.
You've done enough damage
To last a lifetime
But I'm stronger than you
So I won't let it.

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The boy next door
He moved here when we were both still little
Years and years ago
He used to come over
and play monopoly with me
And we'd argue about the rules
But he was one year older
And back then it didn't matter
But we slowly grew
like two flowers on a single stem
up and apart
I started to notice him for what he was
Green eyes and freckles
A smile like twilight's glow
Muscular and attractive
With his red baseball cap
And his music blasting
from his open garage door
And I like him
But he sees me as a little girl
I peek through the curtains
Every time I hear the echoing
of a basketball hitting the pavement
I watch him and catch his eyes every so often
An addictive terrified thrill courses through me everytime
Now he can drive
And I'm still so small to him
But time goes on
Now I'm a big girl
I'm not the little girl who plays with his little sisters anymore
I am just me
He came for dinner one night with his family
And I tried to sit next to him
But it didn't work out
But he is breathtaking
It's been years
When will I stop being a little girl to him?
When will he see me as the girl next door
Maybe never
But to me
He will always be incredible
He will always be
The boy next door

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TO DO LIST:
-Paint nails black and silver
-Finish reading that novel I started
-Finish writing that novel I started
-Offer my bus seat to an elderly lady… unless I’m driving the bus.
-Make tea
-Practice piano
-Clean out closet
TO ****** LIST:
-People who have hurt those I love
-Depression
-Suicide
-Unrequited love
-Rejection
-Inadequacy
-ppl who lyk legit totes talk lyk this lol as if they are lyk, texting or whatevz cuz they think its lyk totes adorbz and stuff *** lyk ***** rofl
-People who respond to my paragraph text with: K. or Lol.
-Slow walkers in front of me
-people who sing Xmas carols in June.
TO DATE LIST:
-That guy I’ve liked since the first day I saw him
-Chocolate
-Chocolate’s cousin: Caramel
-Tea
-CHOCOLATE BROWNIES
-Every fictional character I am in love with... there's alot

Blonde sweeping smooth and flawless hair
Nicest skin tone I've ever seen on a guy
Lovely, lovely eyes
Mildly unshaven upper lip
And I like that
Masculine features
Hell of a jawline
You always wear long sleeves
And gym black shorts
Sunglasses when it's sunny
My bus drives past you walking everyday after school
I have never seen you with friends
Or with anyone for that matter
You play basketball
And violin
You rarely smile
but when you do
I can't breathe
I notice all the little things about you
Most other girls wouldn't
And I like every one of them
I even like your name
But you haven't even given me a chance
How do you know I'm not for you
If you haven't even tested me out yet?