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Its beautiful.
It deserves to be heard,
but I can't stand it.
I'm scared,
when you whisper into my ear
secrets of a past love,
screaming lyrics,
flustered murmers,
it just makes me more and more
confused
and I just want to fall into your eyes,
to smash my lips to yours,
to show you every single thin ive been hiding inside.
Every ******* thing.
That might overwhelm you,
but it has been overwhelming me,
my love for you is so hard to contain....
and it only starts to jump around and go just a bit berserk
when you say something,
imagine what its like when you touch me.
So, let's stick to text for now ok?
even with texts, you got my smile
stretched all the way,
incapable of stopping,
and you've got my cheeks
flustered, embarrassed, blushing.
But that might just be one of the reasons
why I love you so much.
So please go away.
Your everything just makes me more confused.
I love you.
But go away.
GAH i am so confused.. sorry not really a poem, was goin to make it a poem but instead i guess my thoughts came out more... so theres my train of thoughts^
You're the most confusing boy i've ever met. I can't decifer your feeling's torwards me or what is going on inside your awe inspiring mind. I dream about knowing you like the constellations of dots along my skin . I dream of pressing my lips against yours and pulling the air out of your lungs at lightning speed . You make my palms sweaty in the most amazing way. Now kiss me like your life depends on it.
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.
I didn't think about you today, until now that is.
idk... not really for my ex
don't dress like a *****,
                                            but remember: your success is based upon how much of your *** they see.

stand up for yourself,
                                            but remember: use the wrong tone, and your husband will beat you.

have fun,
                                            but remember: going out alone and drinking will only end up with you in a stranger's bed the next morning.

make sure you never have to rely on your man for money,
                                            but remember: someone will probably steal your purse while you're out alone.

"no" means "no,"
                                            but remember: you always have to give him what he wants.

**** isn't the victim's fault,
                                            but remember: you were asking for it.

it's your life. it's your body.
                                            but remember:
                                                      ­           it's not.


                                                        ­                                                               (a.m.)
Hi. Please be sure to read the poem in its entirety before commenting, thank you. And just so we're clear: this poem is not in any way meant to degrade women, but rather to point out how society often sends women and girls mixed messages. We tell them not to act like "*****" or "******," and yet everywhere you look there's another song or music video that sexualizes women, and then we blame the victims when **** occurs. We tell them to be independent and stand up for themselves, but then automatically assume they must have done something wrong if they get beaten by their spouses or significant others. We tell them to take control of their lives and bodies, and yet the very next moment, we tell them the exact opposite.

Every two minutes, an American is sexually assaulted. 1 in 4 women will experience domestic abuse in their lifetime.

It's 2014, and I am still a long way off from being a parent. But I wouldn't want my future daughter living in a world like this.

She shouldn't have to.
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