Call me a green eyed monster
But when I say bad things about her
I most deeply promise you
That what I say is true
She ain't that great
Doesn't mean I hate
But I do hate the fact that what I have is what she lacks
I wish I could take what I gave her back
Yet anyone and everyone loves her
I might make me as cold as December
But remember I'm a green eyed monster

You will never be my lover or my Valentine
Never be a friend of mine
Never see my better side
But baby you'd be terrified
Of all the secrets you've been wishing you would never find are deep inside of me
And I'm never gonna hide the

Let's call it Big Fish in Small Pond syndrome.
Trying desperately to get these guppies to see the beauty of swimming against the stream.
It's all about the struggle, man.
Do you know what I mean?

Forgive me for being so angsty.
Chalk it up to a Holden Caufield complex.
Too much time contemplating what comes next.
I guess you could say I'm obsessed with death.

I'll drown eventually,
meanwhile trying to get them to believe it's not my fault.
Blame it on a flawed support system.
Blame my family, blame my friends.
Blame everyone and anything but me.

I'm starting to see it a little more clearly,
(though I'm not about to go for a psychology degree,)
but I think I now know what my problem is:
Hubris.

Thinking about him:
palpatations

Being around him:
flutter

Talking to him:
fibrillation

All that's left is
cardiac arrest...

"Can I see them?" He asks
He rolls up my sleeves
And sees,
Nothing...
I point to my hip,
"They are here" I say,
His face goes blank,
And reality takes its place,
"Oh god",
He says, and he pushes his face,
Into my arm...
"Im sorry" I say,
His head,
His eyes,
They meet mine,
"Never be sorry" he says,
He takes me into his chest,
"You are loved, I love you" he says,
With tears welling in his eyes,
His beautiful oceans,
Turn to flooding red seas...

If you don't love her,
Don't have *** with her.

Girls are so precious.
They are the core of wisdom and love
On this earth.
They are the living creations of the Most perfect art that men are lucky to Have the gift of being able to even be in their presence.

I am a male.
So as a guy, I speak enraged at my Fellow males who treat that perfect
Creation like an object.

Men take for granted the gift of being able to hold someone.
They take for granted someone who's beauty is immense for more than just her body.
They take for granted being able to spill their heart out to someone who will listen and love them.
They take for granted her smile, holding hands, her laughter, her eyes and the way they glisten under the moon.

Any man who treats women like a *** toy is not a man.

For **** sake, you take a woman, the only being in this world with more loveliness and grace then a heaven on white clouds, and you use her like a trophy.

Any guy who does this is the lowest **** of the earth.

To all girls,
You are all so gorgeous!
Never let a man break you down.
If you have to have *** with him for him to love you, then ditch him.
Find a guy who sees so much beauty in you, that he wouldn't even think of violating you.
Because you are all precious,
And deserve nothing but the best.