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  Oct 2014 Abstract Colleague
Creep
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.
Not related just something that I was thinking about while "talking" to a friend.
It's a Tuesday morning.
Everyone's still half asleep from Monday's work.
Groggily putting the books away after everyone finishes.
Even her.

Then I awaken, realizing she's waiting for me.

My mouth starts having a seizure and suddenly I'm overthinking everything.
Is my voice too low?
Can she understand me?

Thank God it's alright as I walk up the stairs, chatting.
Not flirtatiously, but casually.

Then watching her leave, earlier than I expected to.
If only stairs were longer.
I guess the opposite of flashback is flashfront? Or brought back?
A pass in the hallway,
Talking to no one else,
Jumbling up wrdos and pounricnation,
Then willing to spend hours on the phone...
Idk felt this strong urge to finally write this about 13 hours ago but thought about it for a while.
Congrats on losing your friend!
Congrats on messing everything up!
Congrats on turning people against me!
Congrats on putting me down to boost yourself!
Congrats on being so sensitive that people will protect you!
*Congrats on hiding this from all of your friends
I don't care how many likes this gets. I needed to let off some steam. And you: I know your reading this.
  Aug 2014 Abstract Colleague
peach
esc
theres something about your first love
something you will never be able to let go of
youre always going to love that person, always going to want them
theyre always going to mean something to you and
theyre always going to wake you up at 3am from a nightmare
because you were dreaming about them
dreaming about the person you let slip from your fingers
and losing that person was the worst thing you could have ever done
and you regret it every day
well that probably explains why im always waking up in the middle of the night screaming and choking on seawater
[you are my favorite nightmare]
because you reminded me of the ocean
even though your eyes are brown
i can get lost in you forever
floating in the middle of the sea (you)
and i wouldnt mind drowning in that sea because
that would mean id get to spend the rest of my life with you
id get to spend the rest of my life getting lost in your eyes
that remind me of the ocean even though they are brown
[you drive me crazy]
and thats why i always get the sudden urge to swim out to sea
and stay there forever floating and
listening to the waves youve created
but the gentle waves
the ones that i love
the ones that i believed were your way of telling me you loved me
[do you still love me?]
now i understand that the reason there was a hurricane in my heart
named after you
its because i broke yours, isnt it?
and that was your way of hurting me back, wasnt it?
[i never stopped loving you]
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
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