Having a crush on someone is like vewing a beautiful painting over and over in hopes you have enough money one day to buy it.

Knowing your crush likes you back is like the pressure of finally playing that lead role you oh so wanted in the play, suddenly now that time is here.

Dating at first is like having a new friend in a new place, so far the place is full of fun and adventure.

Daring eventually is like let's go somewhere else for once, I've already seen everything here.

Drifting apart is like forgetting you have food cooking on the oven, while you watch TV.

Breaking up is like falling ******* your knees out of a tall tree.

Missing the other person is like not hearing a song you love in a long time.

Getting back together is like a refreshing sip of water.

Love is like a book that takes years of practice to make perfect.

But in the end you'll read back and find it was worth it.

To herself, she was perfect, how could anybody resist?

Of course men, boys, guys from all over, would be lined up, all for her attention.

Right........?

OF COURSE. :)

She worked so ******* her body during winter, just to be noticed on hot summer beaches.

She always did her hair, her makeup, her nails, always had the best outfits.

After all, she was a beauty.

Wouldn't you agree.......?

DUH!! Xp

Only.............time passed...and couples of all types appeared.

I'm beautiful, she thought, I'm special.

Surly, my man will come, someone to love ME <3.

Men came.....but not for love.

For ***.

She was *** material,
after all look at the effort she put forth into her looks, we know what she wants.........,.... the D!! XD

Only, she wished they had stayed.... she wished they had loved HER.

The real her. v.v

The her she so deeply hated herself.

Surly somebody will like me.

Definitely, right?


If no one does, its okay because she knows the feeling all too well.

But every morning, she wakes up and looks in the mirror to see an eager, smiling ready face and the bruises.

The memories are nothing but a distant nightmare, coated in sugar.

Coated in the thousand voices in her head telling her,
it never happened,
your beautiful,
everyone is jealous of you,
your perfect,
your special.
Well at least to me.......:*

This is why she loves herself, because no one EVER will....<\3

Who am I behind these brown eyes?
                    Where such heavy secrets lie?
The only truth is the sky; too far to reach.
                   What would you say to the thoughts behind my words?
Would they burn?
                       The way my heart burns me?
Who is my heart?
                        What do I truly feel?
Is any of this real?
Who am I?

To react or not to react....that is the question.

Standing on a tree branch oh so high, I teeter, I wobble.

Each year I get closer to the tip.

I call to my bird friends, hoping they will see just how far I am headed, but they don't.

So I tell them I am scared I am going over but the console me saying no you'll be fine,nothing is wrong.

Years fall like leaves and i well know my fate.

The time is up and I fall.

When.    Write.         Tags.      The.           Box.
            U.            The.           In.         Notes.
                              



                             GRRrrrr!

U **** my people DAY after DAY!
Night after Night......

Ear piercing screams curdle my blood.

What can I do?

My sleep is restless, full of U.

You bruise me inside and out!

And I'm not one to pout.

U **** me!

My life is all about U.......

Hug Me Please, Never Let Me Go-Wait No Don't!

Stop judging me soley on what YOU think
   About me. All I ask is that you let me
      Make mistakes without scrutinizing
         Me for it. I AM NOT PERFECT.
            And though I love to act as
               If I am I'M NOT. I
                 Know this all too well.
                    Stop being quick to trying to
                       Figure me out, because you'll
                          Be wasting your time. A
                             Person is something you
                                Can't define! So stop
                                   Judging me based on
                                      What YOU think
                                         Because honestly
                                            Only God and I
                                               Know the whole
                                                           Me.

They call women the temptresses but I know it is men.
~
It is men who so savagely call for the women.
~
They call with their eyes, their thoughts, their needs or shall I really saw wants.
~
It is men who find women so highly desired.
~
It is men who never get enough *** Not women.

In my world people will not have to stop themselves from saying "I love you" to others no matter their gender or relation to me, because if I love them as a person, then I love them none the less.
You see now in days, we as people give no love. It is feared.

Opposite genders feel uncomfortable hugging one another, need to say making any physical contact at all.

Why is showing love so limited and why does it feel like love is not okay?

We as people must pick and choose who we can verbally say "I love you" to.

But I love every one!

Old, young, man, woman, shy, loud, weak, strong, beautiful, ugly.

I love them all!

I love that I am not alone on this world and that I met you.

We are all God's children, so why not act like sisters and brothers.

If I like someone, I LIKE THEM!
Why should I be afraid to show compassion, THIS IS WHAT WE ARE MADE FOR!
We are living creatures who require physical contact, affection and LOVE from both MEN and WOMAN.

Have you ever noticed when you DO hug the opposite ***, it feels so GREAT, so COMFORTING yet so AWKWARD?

When you tell some one I love you, even if they may not be super close it feels good to say yet odd?

That is because we need love as people just like we need food.

Men need love!
They too need to be told they are handsome, they too need to be hugged and comforted when they cry be told everything is okay.
  
&

Women need love!
They too need to be told they are beautiful, feel cared for and comforted when they feel hurt.

We need each other, so why does society put a large wall in comforting one another, having inoccent connections and bonds with people of the opposite *** and race?

So why is showing common love so limited and restricted, why is love not okay?

I hear her call in the dead of night.

             Agony she releases.

Her ruined life drowns her young heart in Darkness.

             Her evil brother pains her.

Never forgotten or forgiving for his endless sins.

            I feel her tears in the middle of the night.

Along with the uneasiness of her fears.

            That lay in the shadows.

If her pain was physical, she'd be sliced inside and out from head to toe.

            Her only release is to howl at the stars, the many stars that witness her pain day in and out.

              Hoping one will fall like her innocence did.

I look upon him with eyes of appreciation, as a ***** man would to soap.
I lavish at the way his image is so square.
Like a crown of authority is his beard.
He is a roof over me.
A man of meat so strong.
The voice of him is quite an appealing song.
Men, men, ah wonderous men.

You heal my wounds with your concerned voice.
  You warm me up with your large hand as it holds mine.
    You release my soul when you hold my head against your chest, I can hear your strong heart.
      You bring me joy in your little ways of how you do things, makes me giggle.
          You are you and that's all I can ever want.

Inside my body the guilty seeds have rooted through all my veins

and in to my heart

strangling it dead.
                                            
Inside my heart the anger fights to still beat,

no matter the pressure it competes,

its cold because its a zombie heart but it still pumps blood that reaches

my brain.
                                


   Inside my mind is misery,

its been confused so much it yerns to shut off

but somehow it can't,

it won't let me sleep,

too many memories and thoughts eat it
from the inside out

but nevertheless my rotten brain still allows me to have a spirit.
                                    

Inside my soul is death,

the once bright white doves have darkened and can barley lift one wing,

choking on my bodies misfortune,

as I sit so small in this big monstrous world thats poisoning my skin.
        
  My skin is covered in eczema,

my face in blemishes

it coughs on the pollution and cigarette smoke that its too exposed to,

its infected but somehow my eyes still survive on the surface

with it.
                                                        My eyes are worn down

with a astigmatism

from all the rough things I have seen

but they still slow me to see

more.

I'm falling

apart,

I guess you could say that zombies are real,

just not the kind you can see

with your own zombie eyes.