someone once told me
"high school turns you into a monster"
but I don't believe that.
I believe high school is the time when the inner monsters living deep inside are finally pushed over the edge and forced to breath, see, and feel through the body it's been hibernating in.

(a.b)

I can still feel the goose bumps lingering beneath my skin,
as well as the heat radiating from every place on my body you touched.

your voice is still clearly heard in my eardrums,
it's as if the sound never left.

a fragrance such as yours, so delightful and natural, still smothers my pillows and blankets,
I close my eyes late at night and feel as if you're there.

your lips, oh how i miss them, the taste of your lips entwined with my own was unforgettable,
yet I have somehow forgotten, it's been too long.

all of your features were a treat to any ones sight, but more so mine,
I saw your every detail as if it were a gift from god himself.

i love you, all of you.

(a.b)

we all base the way we mature on self improvement.
i just wish that some people would realize that they were perfect the way they were.
because they honestly were perfect.

(a.b)

sometimes
we all forget whats important
and whats simply not
but we all find our way,
you are my way
and you are whats important
if it wasn't for you i wouldn't be here
thank you for that,
but i now realize
that the damage has already been done
and so am i
so thank you but i'm sorry

(a.b)

We expect too much, or maybe too little. In any case of the indecisive mind we should never have to expect someone to be there in a time of need for we all are in a constant time of need.

(a.b)