i'm flirting with a boy for the sole reason that i am desperately lonely and i want the attention that he is so willing to give me i'm flirting with a boy because it makes me feel wanted and that is a feeling that you forgot to give me long ago i'm flirting with a boy and i think i'll break his heart not because i want to but because you do not want me
i must stop falling in love with boys who write poems. they love a love that's lost they love a love that is misery they love the cuts on my arms. they only want a sad-eyed muse and i cannot be sad all the time
soft and loving tender touch kind and careful not often enough cautious kiss I'm rarely graced with little risk you'd be replaced though no one but you leaves me satisfied our thoughts run true although we hide them all so well in our ribbed cage the beating swells with passion and rage the flair returns dust as two turns to one though Iron will rust we've only begun.