she lost herself
in a boy who loves himself
more than he loves her

a boy who needed to please
more than one girl
immaturity at its finest

when she lost herself
she couldn't find herself again
when he left for good

she became a shell
of her former self
now she was nothing
but flesh and a broken heart

she longed for him
to come back to her
and make her feel alive again
because now she was dead inside

she didn't fall in love
she ran headfirst into it, with tremendous speed
and no caution at all
unaware of who she was giving her heart to

now the lost girl
somewhere out on a swing set
where they spent long nights together
is imploding, while swinging back and forth

Why is it that when a girl calls herself beautiful, pretty, hot, or attractive, it gets looked upon as being self-conceited?
Why is it such a bad thing for girls to love themselves and recognize their own beauty?
Why do we always apologize for things that aren’t are fault?
Why do we use mirrors to point out every single flaw instead of using them to recognize every inch of beauty that is in you?
Why do we spend all our time wishing that we were someone else?
Why do we hurt ourselves in order to be successful in the eyes of society? Why is it so hard for us to accept ourselves and know ourselves?

my girl?
she is like lighting
deadly and quick

my girl?
she's beautiful
on the inside and the outside

my girl?
she has a big heart
if you had to draw it to scale
it would be the size of mars

my girl?
she laughs at everything
which makes me laugh at everything

my girl?
she is precious
like blood diamonds

my girl?
she is insecure
always critiquing herself
it breaks my heart

my girl?
she knows what she wants in life
and how she will get it
independent, to say the least
determined, would be the understatement of the century

my girl?
she keeps me happy
while i keep her happier

my girl?
she is far from perfect
but she is everything i could ever want

my girl?
she is asleep right now
i think i will send her a message
telling her why she makes my heart
act like a banshee in my ribcage

Life is about experience, period.
To be anchored down or lifted up by the cards dealt to us,
Is merely a *choice.

I sit here all day counting down the hours until I can be where you are.
To hopefully get a smile and a simple hello.
Do I like you?
No.
But it sure is nice to just have someone to talk to,
even if the conversation only lasts for a few minutes.
I don't even know if we're flirting, and honestly I really don't care.
Or at least not any more.
I'll take whatever I can get.
It's pathetic that I look forward to seeing you.
I don't want my feelings to be controlled by guys.
Or at least not right now.
But I'm just so lonely.
I feel like there's a hole in my chest
and its getting bigger each day.
And your small amount of attention manages to fix it for just a split second.
So here I sit again counting down the hours,
hoping that you'll be there.

Please be there.

If my mind were an unplugged cellphone

With 5% battery left

As I am nearing sleep

1% to obsess over aching regrets

1% to visit the land of what if and if only

And three percent...

My last 3% to cry inside for you. Not because I wish we could be together like before
Even though I do
But my final 3% spent
To cry for you
Because you aren't happy
I'd give anything

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My final 3%

Be it of my conscious

Or my life

...for you to be happy again.

I want you to write your name with your tongue inside of my mouth so I can feel it every time I speak

I was made to love
And i was sure it had to be you
But seems like i was tricked
And you were too

You leave it alone
You're already over me
I'm so desperate to move on
I fall in love with whoever i see

I've been so stupid
Almost lost my innocence
In a ******* forrest
I thought ihad a better taste..

Right now i wouldn't mind dying
I comvince myself i'm happy
But why can't i just face that i'm not?
Beacuse i wanna move on and be all jumpy

I was waiting for you to arrive,
Never been so anxious in my life,
I had longed to meet you,
I hope you felt the same too.

As I waited longer.
My heart started beating faster.
The tick tocks of the clock got clearer.
The sound of my heartbeat, louder.

I had to find something to do,
to seem less eager waiting for you.
So I acted like I was reading.
Though I could barely get a thing.

Then I heard a familiar "hi".
And I looked up into your eyes.
Your flustered face covered in sweat.
And then beside me you sat.

Those lovely eyes and dashing smile,
I haven't seen them in a while.
Your sincerity, how you looked at me,
made me as comfortable as I could be.

The more we spoke,
the more relaxed I felt.
You knew just what to say.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

An hour passed and an hour more.
And it was time for us to go.
As you opened that door,
my heart cried "no."

And then we parted with a smile,
And as you walked off,
I looked on for a while.

Something stirred inside my heart,
And I knew deep inside...
that I might...
Just might...
like you.

wear the same perfume
every day. make sure that
it's in all of the stores, and
that perfume ladies use it
in the door ways at the mall.
make sure that
his pillow will smell like you
long after you're gone.

hold his pinky finger
instead of his whole hand
and then, whenever
someone makes him a promise,
he'll remember your palm
on the smallest part of him.

make sure to tell him your favorite
movies, and books and songs, too.
so that every time he goes
to the store, or reads, or turns on the radio...
he'll hear you whispering in his ear.

when you go (and you will),
leave without a trace
and keep him wondering
because without an ending,
a story lasts forever.