Hey you're more than pretty. You're gorgeous. You're eyes sparkle brighter than any star. Your smile beats the moon. Your hair is so much fun to play with. Remember not to starve, purge, cut, tear, stab, poke, burn, scratch. There's no need too. I don't need to see your face to know your beautiful. I don't care what the mirror says. You deserve to know the ugly truth. You will always be beautiful and there's nothing you can say or do to change that.

Maybe his phone is broken?
Maybe he lost my number?
Did I give him the wrong number by mistake?
He might have a girlfriend?
Maybe he is just busy?
Is he just waiting a little before he texts me?
Gay maybe?
Or he might just have forgotten?
I don't know, maybe he is just nervous?
He might have a good reason
it will happen if I just wait
eventually my screen will light up with an unknown number
with a text that says: hey
I just need to hang on
it will work out
it will
it will
...okay, at this point even I don't believe myself
I'm just lying to myself now.
This was just really, REALLY important to me.
I guess I expected this to happen, I just didn't expect it to hurt this much.

Repost if you know this feeling. Or if you have felt rejected before.

On this cold winter night
The wind is starting to bite
And the snow starting its flight
So come dear, into my sight
And hold me hear just right
Your hands warming light
Keep me safe from fright
You are my shining knight
My inspiration to write
And when you hold me tight
On the chilly eve, you give me might
And take away my smite
Bringing joy as you quench my fight
As December turns the world white
The moon a flying kite
That turns darkness a silver so bright
From its unbeatable height
You make my worries slight
Your presence is my delight
Telling me that everything's alright
As we sit in the twilight
Our emotions ignite
But the winter calls in spite
Trying to bring contrite
For us ignoring it outright
As inside together we excite
Each other's warm invite
By the fire with love tonight
At last we reunite

A teardrop
Like a shimmering stream
Rolls down the moving hill
Leaving a river trail
On the flesh colored soil

Slowly it leaves its white rimmed pond
As it travels on
It's sorrowful journey
Across the hills
To the ruby petals
Which open to free a wind
Of lugubriousness
As they call for more drops

The glistening stream
Crosses the petals
Leaving a salty trail behind
As it falls to the rounded edge
Where it falls with a splash
To the floor below
Waiting patiently
For its followers to fall
From the land above
On their teardrop journeys

Okay, so you hate me.
Thanks for sharing I can’t tell you how much I totally care.
Oh that’s right, I don’t.
But please, don’t let me interrupt your rants.
You feel free to loathe me all you want.
Make it public knowledge
I feel pretty special since I found out you spend entire bus rides discussing why you don’t like me.
How annoying I am.
How weird I am.
You say I’m crazy?
HA! You have no idea just HOW crazy I really am.
So maybe you don’t like how I look
How I dress
Who I act
Who I am
WHAT I am
The way I express myself
You say I am WEAK
But guess what
Most people learn someone hates them and are either hurt or just hate them back
But I don’t hate you
I actually don’t
You seem cool
I don’t really care if you hate me
I won’t hate you back
And there is your proof
That I AM strong
Stronger than you
Because I don’t let your hatred control mine.

Our arms flail as we flounder about
In our lakes impossible tide
A water of unforgotten days
That we couldn't escape if we tried
Some people's are small others wide

We do our best to escape
Pulling ourselves to the sandy beach
Resting from its power,
Pulling us in, never free of its reach
To it we aren't worth a screech

As we grow our lakes do too
Filling with waters good and bad
Powerful waves and calming seas
Old emotions happy or sad
As we grow to man from lad