I've always felt like I'm rushing to go nowhere.

There are so many things that I wish I could say,
And I don't know how,
But I know that I must.

And I don't think
I'll ever
fully
understand
how
some girls
can just
throw

it
all





away.

i feel disgusting-
every itch
every hair out of place
every wrinkle in my clothes
every randomly sprouting hair on my face
every feeble, fragile, weak, cliched word
makes me need out of here
out of this place
this (mental) state
that has, again
turned me into a self-conscious mess
who only sees his own flaws

i want to burn these words
as i write them

want to cut into my face
with my non-existent, bitten fingernails
everytime i scratch

want someone to hold me
to tell me i'm beautiful
(lying through her teeth)

forget that

i don't want to make anyone
feel like i do;
ugly, desperate-
with me clinging to her
as strongly

as these ****** words cling to me

begging me for air
for life
so they'll feel that their existence
isn't a joke-
reminding me, every second
that mine is, for needing them



©Brandon Webb
2012

Nothing could ever pull, take me away from you.

No one could ever say a word,

a single word that would make me not love you.


I could never do anything strong enough,

nothing to the slightest to make me not love you.



I'm wrapped around your finger,

tightly coiled.

Instead, I tell you to go after another before she slips away,

like I, too, let you stray.

But, I remind myself, as I wait,

if we're meant for each other,

the opportunity will come again some day.



And that time,

I will never let you stray.

I promise to love you each and every day.