Don't mess with hard-core otakus.

Okay, *******!
I'm sorry I'm too shy to do anything in real life,
too insecure to ask my love out,
to be in love with something so physical
Sorry I am not an arrogant self-centered ******* like you are,
that I am not confident and cocky.
Maybe I don't want people to look at me,
and judge, that I only want people to see my soul,
my personality.
But is that such a crime?
Hey, and what if everyone here is a stereotype, overplayed, overdone and fake? Looking for someone and something real is hard...
******* for calling me sweetheart, beautiful, then turning around and laughing with a friend about how I'm such a mess, talking to people in the internet on some random poetry website and for falling in love with someone's personality and soul, not just their looks, not like you who only wants a girl for her big *** and big *****, not to mention skinny *** waist and curves.
Well I'm ******* sorry (nope not really) that I like internet people,
with no judgements
like the ones you have written across your lips and constellated in your eyes.

Just do me a favor? I hope one day you will fall for a girl
with just a bit of soul, someone not a ***** for once,
and I hope she breaks your heart,
and that you will see what it's like to be with someone with a bit of spine and brain.
[walks away from him with one finger in the air]

I just don't understand why you can't get it through your thick skull that's filled with facts about history that most teachers don't even know and your intense incredible love for drawing, it's always been you. it's been you since the summer before my eighth grade year and the summer before my junior year and all the summers inbetween and it didn't matter if it was four am or four pm or whether I was writing or swimming, it was always you. even when I was drunk and kissing another boy, it was you. when a new boy is kissing my neck, I wish it's you, and when a new boy tells me that he's falling in love with me, it's still always you and I can't even begin to imagine loving anyone else with blue eyes and a dorky smile besides you. and I'm really trying here to explain to you that even through you've repeatedly broken my heart and have repeatedly made me cry, you were still always the one that kept me from getting really bad again. so I know that you're off at college falling in love with a new girl every night but you need to know that it's still you for me, and I think it always will be.

Is it possible to procrastinate sleep
or is it just cause I want someone to talk to me so much that I don't sleep?
Literally, I'm just laying around here
Doing everything but sleeping
At such a late hour
And trying not to think of you.
Gosh... Is it so hard not to reply to what you have clearly read?
I just want a conversation with you
But that's clearly not happening anytime soon so
Buh-bye.

last night she cried black tears
reality was no longer clear
it had come true,
her biggest fear

He no longer loved her
he no longer cared
I told her to move on,
*but she wouldn't dare

"Want something beautiful? Make yourself beautiful first."

not less spoken than:
;hardly hearing
;barely speaking

            .

I fell for the sparkle in your eye
you gave me ambition,
a new thing I was willing to try.


I fell for the life in your eye
I felt alive again,
no longer would I need to die.


I fell for the love in your eye
my heart was no longer leaking,
you soaked it dry.