You think you're such a charmer.
Winning over every girl who is silly enough to look you in the eyes.
Not me, good sir.
Your alluring kindness may be utterly dreamy for most,
I can see why.
You are too easily loved and too quickly gone.
Good sir, you are accepting and manage to wheedle your way past every wall,
You are a credit to the male species,
But, good sir, I am not falling for your charm,
Not this time.

Could you write me a poem,
Or write me a letter?
Just something that will make me feel better.

He doesn't want to talk,
To them.
But,
He wants to talk.
He cries out in prose and song,
In the small hints of conversation,
The strings of a guitar is his only escape.
He paints vivid pictures of his pain, watercolours and the english language as his chosen medium.
His tissues are soaked in blood, drawn out by self-inflicted wounds.
He doesn't want their help,
Though he knows he needs help.
Not from them, not from friends,
For friends are too easily lost,
Scared away,
Pushed away by fear and anxiety.
A stranger is what he needs,
Someone who will see his pain and pass no judgement,
Who he can dispose of once the problem is solved,
Leaving no trace of his weakness.

Bitterness.
Never a feeling I thought I could have.
Here it is, though.
Burning my heart.
Reminding me of a Sunday,
Home alone,
Hurting,
Howling,
Hating.
Alone.
Bitterness.
It tries to steal my joy.
This time I won't let it.

My internet is slow,
My mind is impatient.
Despite my close proximity to the modem,
The connection fails.
The lagging RPG's,
Instant messages delayed,
Even a simple HTML screen cannot load.
CONNECTION FAILED. RELOAD YOUR BROWSER.
My internet connection is weak,
And my patience is weaker.

Nights are cold without your warmth,
Your presence was enough to soothe my anxious soul.
Winter is creeping up on us,
Chilly days,
And icy nights.
All the leaves are falling,
But there is no-one to wonder at this marvel with me.
I am alone.

You're lucky.
Do you know that?
He loves you,
Do you know that?
So purely, beautifully, willingly,
Do you know that?

My heart aches for that.
The love of a kind man,
The sweet gestures,
Spontaneous serenading,
Forehead kisses.
The butterflies start to become prominent just pondering the wonders!

Do you know how lucky you are?

Two in a bed;
One is asleep,
The other, playing her a lullaby.
The Third?
She's writing.
Dreaming of the day when someone will show her that love.

Sitting in silence,
Observing.
Not all notice the girl,
Sitting at the back of the room,
Her black hair falling between her eyes.
She blows the wisps out of the way,
Continues analysing.
Watching couples ****** each other,
She gags.

The corpse lay on the floor,
It looked like he was sleeping.
No blood,
No *****,
Obviously the poison was quick.
Death picks his victim up, gently, trying not to disturb the crime scene.
A little boy was the first to find him, shakes him,
Why do they always shake them?
The girl and father next.
A quick car trip later and another girl knows, the oldest.
She screams in the street, letting all know what has happened.
The vet's post-mortem shows that mystery was the murderer
Either that or a Heart Attack.
The elder girl never saw him after he passed
And she never will again.

One hand,
On the left shoulder.
Comforting a shaking girl.
Shaking,
Sniffling,
Sobbing.
It means more than he could ever know.
It's not a hand,
It's just a show that someone knows her well enough to comfort her in the way she loves best.
Not a counselling session,
Not eloquent words,
Or condolences,
But simply the physical presence, the "being there".
She craves that,
Simple touch, no ulterior motives, no....
Nothing,
Save the being-there-ness.
He gives her that, simple love, no romance or anything,
Anything like that.
The warmth of his palm permeates to her soul, reminding her that someone is there, someone is caring quietly, praying, protecting her.
He may give terrible hugs, but he gives, he gives.

I was told to keep it awhile,
To give it to Him.
It's ... challenging ... to give one's heart away,
When one cannot see to whom they are giving it to.
Even more of a challenge when another is wanting your heart,
And you're almost willing to oblige