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He was popular, she was just a school girl
He thought he was alone, she thought she was known
He thought he had nothing, The girl knew that he didn't know he had everything. 
He found himself imperfect, the girl thought about how he was famous, good, smart, alive, had a family, had food, had a roof above his head.
He yearned to be perfect, but the girl knew all along that he was.
He waited for something to come, the girl had waited  long enough.
He wanted a distraction, she WAS the distraction.
He thought he was a goner, the girl who hated her birth day was already gone.
He Wanted to run away from the truth, the girl only knew the truth.
He supposed he was lonely, the girl had cried on her special day 'cause no one cared.
He was smart, she had parents screaming for better.
He was talented, she was a mystery, never to be revealed.
He was perfect, the girl realized she'll never be.
Can you see the resemblance? They're nothing alike, yet, they could never be any closer than they already are.






Could you please read my jellybean poem below? It would mean a lot!!
I watched as her hair bobbed up and down,
Her eyes sparkled like the ocean,
And her smile widen in beauty

We were one,
We were the best,
She had her beauty,
While I had my brains

We sat together, 
ate together, 
laughed together,
Our worlds revolved around each other

We were solid particles, never separated,
Yet closer than ever,
We were a maths problem
Her + Me = Forever

But, like in any other love story,
I feel in love with her,
How could I not,
She was a demon who captured my heart

God, take this love,
As a sign to the angels,
Let me be her man,
There's nothing more that I want,

My soul longs for her touch,
Whispers for her kiss,
Dies for her smile,
This is my 

True Love.
I Love You
No new messages.

I don’t know where you are on the other side of the screen. But I want to know. Badly.

No new messages.

I’m not sure what I’ve become, in these seconds, of being patient.

No new messages.

My soul only wants one thing, I realize: You. Your attention. Your sympathy. Your words to make me feel better.

No new messages.

I’m going crazy now. I want you, your touch through words. I want to know that you’re listening to my thoughts. That you’re here for me.

No new message.

My patience is running out, my love for you is too. Staring at a screen, wanting something only you can give.

What has my life become? I am nothing. Saving time for you to talk to me, when I should concentrate on what’s important.

No new messages.

My life is useless. I am looking for the wrong goal. But I keep staring, hoping you’d somehow send me a message, telling me it’s ok.

No new messages.

I’m tired. I’m sorry. I can’t stop being the crazy girl I am. But I’m in love, that’s all I can say.

No new messages.

I get it, you’re not online. Fine. I’ve stopped caring. What’s the point? Forget you. I hate you. I wish we’d never met.

No new messages.

Yes, I’m still here. Can’t you see? It’s been hours, I’ve been staring at this screen since you said you’d be here. I’m not ready to give up. Are you there, somehow?

No new messages.

I’ve tried, but it’s getting late. I’m sorry. Even though I know you’re not here. Please know that I still care.

I type in a new message and then sign out.

I Love You.
Never Forget It.
We are the Dupids,
The two of us,
We search for love,
Then crumple it up.

Instead of love arrows,
We shoot poison darts,
We crush their souls,
And rip them apart.

The sight of two, 
disgusts us to death,
Then when we have run out of darts,
We are in total debt.

We don't love, 
We aim to hate,
We don't care if we go to hell
We will face our fate.

Those stupid hormones,
We'd **** them if we could,
We hate their stupid love stuff,
We would rip it, yes we would.

But unfortunately for me,
I have been struck by Cupid,
I'm falling hard,
I am no more a Dupid.
Born divergent.
Live with different emotions,
Understand things not to be understood.

That's us. 

We enter a world full of obstacles,
Learn to get past a few,
But then we are met with more.

Children.

We fall over,
But get back up.
We laugh and dance,
No one cares.

We age,
More tears are shed,
Broken rules.
Don't care.
That's us.

Teens.

The Pressure is on,
Our dainty shoulders.
We shake and stumble,
We are broken.

We age even more,
Work becomes a priority.
Your love life is nothing,
It isn't a choice anymore.

You put down your pen,
Think back to when,
Imagination was the life,
Free to do as please.

A new life.

Our mind wanders,
To a new lover,
We think otherwise,
And smile.

They scream and shout,
Hurt us inside.
We can't do anything,
But cry.

We fail our education,
Our  life,
Our parents,
We got nothing left.

We try again,
Nearly succeed,
But that's enough,
To keep us happy.

To start again,
Finding what we need,
A person to love,
And soon a family.

An adult.

Our dream,
Head in the clouds,
Not thinking straight,
And lose them.

We try again,
Finding the right one,
Failing and finally,
Winning them.

Drunk from hard work,
You stumble home,
Fall down your couch,
And think back.

Is it supposed to be like this?
Is it supposed to be hard?
Is it just me,
Or is it everyone?

Is love supposed to be this?
Is the world supposed to be cruel?
Can I get a better life,
Or is this it?

Thinking, hurting,
crying, laughing
and eventually,
you think.

This is it.
Appreciate it.
Adore it.
Because,

C'est La Vie.
That's Life
That moment when you realize,
Life isn't a friend,
But simply an enemy,
Toying with your emotions.

You hope and pray for something,
And it only does the opposite.

It's different for everyone.
Seem have it hard, suicide.
Some have it good,romance
But everyone hates it.

Don't let it hurt you,
But look past the glares,
The threats,
The knives.

It only wants you to cry.
It only want you to die.

So long, Life.
Your dreams have come true.
......
She is sitting next to the window,
Rain pouring. 
She was cold,
And he is the warmth.

Her eyes reflect,
The droplets, outside.
Soon become real,
Falling from the inside.

She promised she wouldn't cry.
She didn't when she found him on the ground,
She didn't at the sound of the deafening beep,
She didn't when they lowered him to his grave.

But she guessed,
She held it for too long.
Was it okay?
She can't stop.

She remembers,
When he held her hand,
Wrapped his arms around her,
Kissed Her.
Now she needs that,
To stop hurting.

When she was with him,
She felt contented,
Safe,
Warm.

Why is it,
That when she need him the most,
He disappears,
Forever?

His demise,
She's Pensive, about.
Profusion of questions,
Asking the stated obvious.

If he ever thought she hated him,
Think again.
Look who's crying now.

He is the bones in her body,
The muscle,
Her heart.
She can't live without him.

So, that means she's dead.
 
He's no longer here.
What's the point of living,
If she can't stand up?
If she can't breath?

She knows he isn't coming back,
So she thought it over.
She's got nothing here anymore,
Got nothing to live for.

So she takes the gun,
Placed it to her temple.
So she can be with him know,
They'll be together forever.

“I love you,” she whispers.



And there, stood the grave, right next to his, it was marked:

Anna Stones
1994-2014
Suicide
Depression of Love
She couldn't stop Loving Him.


So I was inspired by an amazing story on the Internet. Please check it out:
http://www.wattpad.com/49171559-you-left-me-zayn-oneshot
It's amazing, really. Its the title of my poem.
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