Am I doing a good job?

Is it working this time?

Are you falling in love with me yet?

Well I've been waiting, for a while...

So how much longer do I wait for these so called good things?

Maybe, I just want you to look at me and think,

Yeah, She is the one

Maybe....

The Horror

Words cannot express how absolutely tragic this is.

Poor babies, sweet angels, gone in a moment.

Shinning young young faces stripped of their future.

No words, no words.

Go ahead.
Be my guest, try to imagine all the pressure I go through each day.

Teenage angst is not something that ordinarily ices over me but now, I just can't help it.
The hot tears burn my cheeks because the one time I try, I really, really try to tell you, you don't even slightly understand.

So I feel alone.

Cause if you don't want to hear it, no one will.

And you say I'm dramatic.

Because all the tears that are coming out now are from my self centered nature, right?
Not from my long week, or my insecurities, not form all the heat that burns me from putting on this mask again and again every single time I walk through the door.

No, I'm sorry, my bad, I didn't mean to waste your time.

I find that you and me are exponentially and utterly compatible.

Kindergarden, best friends since then, isn't it funny how things work out?

Who would have known, there is red and there is blue, together making your favorite color.

New humans come, and they may go, you still are one of my favorites.

Reckless and stupid

Funny and loud

very
very
immature
I'd like you thank you, I'm very much glad that I found you...
Lets dance until dawn, we can pretend there's an audience below the stage
You know too much, you laugh to loud, and I love every minute of it
Now lets go make some enemies and roll around laughing on the ground
So thank you, thank you, for every bit.

Closing my eyes, I see small bits and point of simple nothings making a pattern in my head. Every part of ever being here was completely unplanned.

At no point in my uneventful existence had I ever stopped and thought, You.

I suppose thats the glory of it all. The fact that I never even had the slightest notion of meeting you, yet it still happened.

And I don't know If your my somebody, but I do know that your are somebody.

Does that make sense?

I suppose it doesn't matter if it does or not, if jumbled my words so much around you that I guess you ought to be used to it.

So I don't know, and I'm amazed and oddly surprised that I don't know.