He stole her heart,
but he was unaware of it,
didn't mean to drag it through the mud as he made his way to the girl he'd been eyeing for weeks...

I guess you really were perfect,
that's why it's so hard to accept that I've lost you for good.
But you are perfect,
I don't think I'll find a girl who can erase my memories of you -
so I'll hold onto the hope that you one day think I'm perfect too...

She made me feel love,
only to drown me in depression.

I'm tired,
wish you'd wrap your arms around me,
or offer your chest or lap for me to rest my head upon -
I'm tired,
but I can only sleep if you're here.

"Perfect is you", love
Why do you not see that?

Dear dad,

in case you didn't know,
the moment you raise your voice,
I space off -
you can talk to me without an angry tone,you know.

Thanks.

At times i want to tell you
That i want you back...
I want you to tell me that I'm not alone - that you want me too.

I want to tell you that all that  i told you wasn't a lie.
I do love you and that's making things hard.
I do want to hold you tight.
I do want to kiss you on your ear after telling you how the sun can't compete with your beauty.

But i also told you that as long as you're happy...I'm happy, i guess that was lie :
I want you to be happy with me, love.

Hey, love
I'm sorry if I hurt you -
if it means anything, I still think of you,
every time I wake and before I sleep.
But, I can't tell you how I feel,
for I know it's the last thing you want,
so whenever you ask how I'm doing,
I'll always reply with,
"I'm fine/good"
and never,
"I don't know, I'm kinda missing you a lot and regret what I did greatly..."

I find it so difficult
to ignore
my pestering emotions.

And I'm thinking of you -
while studying maths -
I wanna say hi,
but it will just make things harder to bear,
as I realise you've finally moved on...

And well,
*I haven't.

*******!*

To the man that manages to **** my mood,
Dump me into a sea of blue,
Make my life ****** when I finally see a rainbow.
Sometimes, I wonder what I've done,
But I realise it's the story of my life,
I'll never be happy until I leave your roof,
It seems.

But for now,
All I can do is write about how much I abhor you.

I can't get her off my mind,
Which is making it hard for me to unwind.

**But is she on your mind,
Or your heart - boy that claims to be kind?
The answer, you and only you, can find.

Cupid,
Before valentine's day is over,
Please impale my broken heart with your arrow,
So that my heart can think of someone else,
Because it's not nice to think of someone you lost.

To those enjoying today with their other half,
I hope you get to celebrate next year's valentine's with the same person.

To those who are single,
Then welcome to the club,
My name's Bob,
So let's mingle.

To those with broken hearts,
Do not fear, forget your ex's lies,
For sooner or later someone else will make that heart race.
You won't notice it's poor condition, when you stare at their face
And give it to your new crush, while gazing at their eyes.

Sometimes you just need to relax
And take everything,
One step at a time.

Yes, I want her to be happy -
I just thought it would be with me.

I didn't know that a girl could trigger all these feelings.

I thought I was doing what's best for her...
But I'm also doing what's worse for me.

You know why I think love is difficult for many?

They're always searching for "the one"...

Do we really know there is such a thing as "the one",
Could be a myth if you ask me?

I think it's safe to say that when motivation runs low,
You've lost yourself.

I think I'm the worst kind of guy...
Deceitful,
But I don't mean to be.
It's just because I flicker from using my brain to using my heart.

I don't mean to mislead a girl,
I don't mean to break hearts,
I'm just searching for my one true love,
But it's harder than I imagined :

To go on this journey without leaving hearts broken.
Because I'm deceitful,
First following my heart,
Thinking you're the one,
Then following my brain,
Realising that we need to end things,
Because my conscience tells me I'm doing the wrong thing by holding onto you,
Even though you fill me up with so much joy and love...
It keeps whispering,
"You don't deserve her."

"Home is where the heart is",
So... Ummm... My home are her hands?

GUILT
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                L
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*that is all I feel right now.

Sound-blocking headphones are the greatest invention known to teenage boy.

You know, I thought I had an idea of love,
an idea of things I would do with my first proper girlfriend,
and it went like this:

Telling her she's beautiful everyday,
writing poems for her as often as I can and reciting them to her.
Pulling that studying line : where I tell her I need help studying, but all I want is to make out on my bed.
Trying to make her laugh as often as I can, just so I can see her smile.
Confiding in her.
Holding her close when she cries,
holding her hand and tightening my grip when she's staring at another guy.
Making out with her under the stars,
telling her my life story and my daily struggles.
Treating her like a queen without expecting a king-like treatment in return.
Telling her that I love her as often as I can,
spontaneously asking her for walks or dates, just because texting or skype doesn't cut it for me.
Teasing her,
tickling her,
hugging her,
pleasing her,
kissing her...

The list goes on... but now I realise that all this just proves I am a hopeless romantic and that relationships won't be as easy and flowery and romantic as I've always thought.

I think I know now,
What all these feelings mean...


That I'm unworthy of your love...

I think I realise why gentlemen say,
"ladies first"
And wait at the door and permit women to go in before them.

*So that they can get a rear view of their assets!

"Romance is like an extra in life. I don't mind having it, but I'm not in the mood to chase it."

Nothing makes my day,
The way a yellow lightning bolt
On the top right of this page does.

Does everything to do with my feelings have to be sooooooooooooooooooooo
Complicated?

Love is amazing
Heartbreak is ******,
Loneliness is simply depressing.

Whether I try to or not,
I'll keep
P
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Out my heart to her -
Because she keeps

Puncturing it! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

With her honey-sweet words.

There's this urge to say I love you
And there's this fear she'll say "I don't"...

Occasionally the fear of losing her to some other guy grips me,
But then she tells me things like I made her day just by saying hi and that she misses me and that gives me the idea that she loves me - even if she doesn't want to say it.

So even if she is cheating on me,
I'm fine with the lies she's feeding me then.

Everyday,
I'm getting worse -
I keep falling deeper
And deeper
For her.

Everytime she opens up to me,
I sense it getting worse.
The feelings that I have for her they get stronger
Each time she shares a secret with me -
And I get the idea that we are getting more intimate.

I'm falling for her,
At an alarming rate
(and I don't think she notices)
But it's fine
As long as she is too,
Because it would be unfair of her
To leave me alone






Down
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E
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Sometimes I lay on my bed,
When you lie asleep,
Makes me hate the timezones more and more -
But it allows me to think about you more and more.

I lay there and I dream of meeting you love,
I dream of kissing you the first time our eyes actually meet,
Of holding you tight.
I dream of the taste of your tongue,
Feeling the heat energy given off by your face when I remind you you're beautiful.

I dream of holding you tight
And whispering some ***** things into your ear,
Then you know exactly what I'm insinuating because you'll act uncomfortable.
I wonder what will happen,
Would you give me a church girl's response?
Would you act shy and tell me that you're only doing it for me.
Or would you just grab me,
And tell me by the means of your caresses that you want to...

I wonder if you'll mind,
Mind me and my desires...
Would you give yourself to me wholeheartedly or would you rethink our relationship?
I wonder if you would be mad at me if I forced my lips onto yours in public.
I wonder if you'd be submissive to me, or maybe you'd be the one making demands, begging me to kiss you, give you massages, or just to hold you because you want me closer.
I wonder if you're like me,
One who gets tired of hearing confessions
And just wants to feel loved in another way - by another way, I mean I want you to taunt my pleasure receptors.

I want your skin on mine,
I want to feel you exhale upon my skin...
I just want you,
A lot...

Sometimes I just want you to say,
"I'm yours"
Really, I want you to say it.

Maybe you have said it,
But I'd like to hear it again
Please use "my" in front of your pet names for me,
Really, I long to hear those words -
But if it's too much that I'm asking for, I understand...

And I hope you like being mine.

I'm sorry, I sound so pathetic,
But babe, I like you a lot,
Would like you to like me a lot too...
I hope my stupid sensitivity - cries for loving words - isn't appalling to you,
I hope not, but this is how I feel :
I want you to call me yours...