I feel like crying
Sometimes
I feel like dying
Sometimes
My stomach drops
Sometimes
Feels like my heart stops
Sometimes
Don't know why I'm this way
Sometimes
Wish it would get the **** away
Sometimes
Can't even handle my brain
Sometimes
I must be insane
All the time

Thinking of you
Riles me up
I get all hot
And act corrupt

I get ***** thoughts
I can't help it
I'm full of needs
And you're the culprit

My imagination
Takes me far
It's hard believing
How **** you are

I'll never get enough
Of the things you do
Oh how I think of them
The whole day through

I'll be here waiting
When you want to try
C'mon now baby
It'll take us high

as she wishes him
the best because
after all,
thats what he deserves.

his sweet blue eyes and
boyish smile make her
euphoric.

his laugh is deep just
like her roots are for
him.

he seeped into her
soul and he can't
fight his way
out.

and why should he?
its a nice place to be.
after all,
thats what he deserves

he deserves to be on
her mind all day and
in her heart all night
and in her soul
forever.

Being in a relationship is new
It's been quite a long time
I must admit
But it is nice
To be back in it

Being in a relationship is sweet
Knowing he is there
Always trying not to stare
Loving unconditionally
To my heart, he has the key

Being in a relationship is gentle
Having someone
To caress you lovingly
To kiss you passionately
To care about you deeply

Being in a relationship is special
Both love like they breathe
And accept each other for all
There is no judgement
They just continue to fall

Being in a relationship is safe
My male counterpart
Always keeps me in mind
Thinking of only my needs
Never met anyone so kind

Being in a relationship
It's a mighty blessing
Don't let it get away
Or that will be depressing

i had this strange notion that new clothes would make people want me.
like a tripping over a new stereotype and taking it home to dry
would make people notice me
like my pictures on instagram
now that i can hashtag "gamergirl"
"nerdgirl"
"glasses"
"geek".

like somehow big bows and tight jeans
loose sneakers and earcuffs
and fake glasses
would finally sort me into the right file
with all the other people
like me (?)

like me.
are you like me
as in the clothes i'm wearing
the movies i'm watching
the games i'm playing
are you like me like the words i use
like the smiles i smile
like the imitation kim kardashian perfume that i buy (?)

i had the feeling that people would notice me
that hipster boys in starbucks would take a sideglance, then go for another peek
that boys from ivy-league schools
would ask for my number
that gamestop employees would stand too close to me...
and i was right.

but being right doesn't always mean you're happy
and though i am somehow now interesting
and attractive
and easy to sort into small plastic boxes
i feel
empty
poor
cold
materialistic

basically, i feel like every girl i have ever envied.
i don't know why i envied them.

they are not like me.

I love days like this
Days we spend together
Enjoying the weather

It's getting colder outside
Wonderful opportunity
For our hands to collide

Hugs & kisses
Cups of warm soup
Homemade by us
Not one fuss
Just love to profess
Just love to progress
It doesn't get better than this

Having you around
Makes me feel
Safe and sound
I love days like this
It feels like pure bliss

I love calling you mine
& when you take up my time
You fill up my mind
You're one of a kind

I can't live without you
I would never make do
I love days like this
Perfection does exist

if girls are so good at painting their faces
i wish we could turn them loose on a real canvas
see what they really mean
when they paint those black lines
every girl is a painter
she needs a real canvas
da vinci is lurking behind those sultry lashes
trapped in the eyeliner-barbed wire
a concentration camp of cover-up
clipping their own wings
willingly
with eyelash curlers -
every girl is a painter.
i wonder what faces they would paint
if they stopped focusing on their own face
i wonder if they would still have clown-smiles
and slanted eyes

i am looking for the next van gogh
but he has camouflaged himself
and is dying in front of an empty mirror.