I'm tired of repeating the same thing,
In tired of waiting,
I'm tired of not being brave enough,
I'm tired of being that typical girl who waits for a guy to come and mend her heart,
I'm tired with all that thing,
I'm tired of being ugly,
I'm tired of being "not good enough",
I'm tired of being fat,
I'm tired of seeing you passing by me without any words coming out from your soft lips,
I'm tired of waiting for miracles to happen,
I'm just tired with the same thing,
Going on and on my life,
You weren't there!

I just want you to make a move
Or should I?
I'm not brave enough,
But I want you,
I want you.

This crush thing,
Its not going to fade like that,
No,
Its not.

I rather keep it in my heart ,
Then letting you know.

But I know!
If you love somebody,
Sacrifice for them,
Put your ego and pride aside and that's .... true love...
I accept the challenge to make the very first move,
But I don't know how?
Where to start?
What to say?
What if you hate it?
What if you hate me after that?
What if you don't want to look at me?
What if ...

Its day 13,
And I'm struggling ..
With my inner peace ,
My inner self ,
Falling so bad..
Again
For you ..

Late night conversations about sweet nothings,
I feel as though he is just -something,
Something so goofy and unique,
I smile from ear to ear as he speaks,
I stay up almost the entire night and day,
It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay,
He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy,
I can go on and on about his sympathy,
We make funny faces all the time,
He is what I call  -a dime,
Not a dime's worth nor it's size,
It's quirkiness and shine,
And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines,
His eyes and smile fill the room with light,
There is not one thing I regret from these,
*-These sleepless nights.

I cried today
Not for the first time
Tears for you
Unfeeling man
I begged for a second chance
Why was I begging?
That should have been you!
You're the one who
Can no longer love
The one who built a wall
That I've been desperately
Trying to climb
I woke up today
Feeling foolish
There is so much more
To me than tears and pain
Yet I crave the mental anguish
That you so kindly deliver
For it means
On some level
Maybe
You might care
Eventually

I thought I wanted to know
I really thought I wanted to know
I thought you'd prove
My worst fears wrong
Instead you made
My nightmares seem
Like child's play.

Do I look okay in this bag of skin?
Does it make my stomach look fat, or my hips too thin?
Do I burn your eyes in my porcelain dress?
Should I trade it for one that you less detest?
I shan't ask again if I look okay
I couldn't undress myself anyway