One morning
you'll wake up
and your skin will feel soft
your hair will fall perfectly
and you won't miss
him.

Why is it that I go to sleep feeling lonely
But wake up to one hundred texts
People don't want me during the day time
But in the night I'm apparently a godsend

The 2 A.M. "what're you up to"?
Surely I know what that means
What you really want to know
Is if I'll satisfy your needs

When you're just a pretty face
No one cares what's on the inside
I'm the girl whom your mind jumps to
When all you want is a good time

I may not be everyone's cup of tea
But surely I'm their ninth shot of liquor
Brought up over drunken conversation
You all say "yeah, I'd stick her"

It doesn't matter what I say
It's not as if I have a choice
In this world of simple pleasures
I'm viewed as a body without a voice

on the other hand I like this feeling
the feeling of not knowing what's going to happen next
what encounter you might have with each other
what small joke and simple smile you will share
the butterflies
they're constant and you don't know why
you don't even like this guy
but the mystery of the whole situation excites you
you get that feeling you get every time a cute boy comes along
you can't describe it
but you know when it's there
I wish it would never end
I wish I could just live each day with the suspense that I may or may not see you
because when I do I can't even hide my smile
I don't like you
but this is fun
and I can't help wishing for more.

I sit here all day counting down the hours until I can be where you are.
To hopefully get a smile and a simple hello.
Do I like you?
No.
But it sure is nice to just have someone to talk to,
even if the conversation only lasts for a few minutes.
I don't even know if we're flirting, and honestly I really don't care.
Or at least not any more.
I'll take whatever I can get.
It's pathetic that I look forward to seeing you.
I don't want my feelings to be controlled by guys.
Or at least not right now.
But I'm just so lonely.
I feel like there's a hole in my chest
and its getting bigger each day.
And your small amount of attention manages to fix it for just a split second.
So here I sit again counting down the hours,
hoping that you'll be there.

Please be there.

Girl.

I'm annoyed with you - catching my eye, as you do.
The lustrous auburn of your hair,
The curve of your white willow-whip body.

The dreams I have
Of where your cardinal pout may go...

I'm enchanted by you - teasing my mind, as you do.
The tight formation of your wit,
The pictures a stray word can speak to me.

The dreams I have
Of what your wicked mouth could do...

I'm spoiled by you - chipping away at me, as you do.
The cold cut of your diamond heart,
The rainbows it casts over my better judgement.

The dreams I have
Of what your tasteful lips could whisper...

If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.

Lock the doors,
leave on the light.
Kiss the children,
'Nighty night'

Lie in the sheets,
Don't fall asleep.
Cometh the Devil,
thou soul to reap.

Your sable heart
has long been dead
for the Devil dwells
inside your head.

Love can hang like icicles
Dripping, growing
With every melting droplet
Of my fear.

Stacked in chaotic patterns
Beaming, golden,
Calling joy to ring aloud
From each child.

Colors mimic melting rays
Warming, spinning
In a captivated dance
To catch your smile.

Love grows like me, like children,
Briskly, obscured,
Until it bumps your head as
One day you stand sure.