I waited away
For that time of day
Where you would disappear from me
Be on your way
The feeling of Fall
The leaf on the branch
The gusts of wind
The fallen dance
When will you be back
Like a dream never ending

I really have no time for this. It's not real. I don't want to flirt. I don't want to have to dress nice for you to notice me, to give me a second glance. I don't want you to be my prince charming or mi knight in shining armor. I don't want to be naked for you to see me. I don't want to have to pretend that I like that *******. I want us to be real. I don't want to put up with society's crap. I want to actually be happy and enjoy my life. I don't want us to work according to the plan. Rules that aren't written down, yet somehow they make their way into our lives. They ***** it up from the beginning. I don't want you to be perfect. I don't want us to be perfect. Not by society standards, at least. I know that as long as I love you you'll be perfect in my eyes. So, why do we bother with the other useless things? When I look at you, I don't want to be looking at a soulless, ripped, mindless guy whose biggest concern is being socially accepted and hitting on girls and drinking shots and crashing parties. I haven't and won't date that kind of guy. EVER. I just can't bring myself to like that kind of person (not that I want to).
I want someone that I can be comfortable with. Someone who looks after me but not because he disbelieves in my strength, but because he can't stand the mere idea of loosing me. I want him to understand me, I want us to have long talks. I want us to cry, laugh and play like idiots. I want us to have little play-fights, that kind of arguments that are based in pointless ideas and always end up in a kiss. I want to be able to share everything with him. I want us to be best friends. I want us to know each other so that we can fully trust one another. I need the guy to be there for me. I need it to be real. I need it to be love. True love. Not those fake little relationships destined to failure. Those filled with jealousy, replacing trust, self-confidence and respect. I know I sound like an old conventional lady, rambling like this about such hideous teeny tiny details. But life's all about details. If not, everyone's lives would be incredibly monotone and that would be disgusting. Different is beautiful. That's why nobody is better than you. You deserve someone who gets that and treats you right. You deserve to be happy, just as everyone else does.

Poetry
Is
Glass;
.        you can look into it and find your face,
.                                                                      smiling and grimacing both!

To the man who fell in love with the sea
Come back to me, come back to me.

Who, in the waves found yourself free
Come back to me, come back to me.

Whose eyes lit wide like a banshee
Come back to me, come back to me.

You dove down seep and tried to see
The under-water majesty
You went down, down, I guarantee
Your love for the sea was much more than for me.

Come back to me,
*Come back to me.

Days went by as she screamed in her sleep
She whined and cried like a fetus so weak
Her mind was scattered and bruised by the pain
And all I could do was lay beside her
Unable to share any of it in vain

Until late one night she lay silent in bed
With a smile so soft, without a tear in place
With soft words so subtle, and a voice so sweet
She raised her head slightly and whispered quietly to me
“Good night, son” and fell silent in sleep.
I for once, was finally at peace
And so with a quick sigh of relief soon too fell asleep
But it wasn't till late next day, when I woke up
That I found myself sitting next to her, cold as ice
Her face was pale, her body had gone stiff
It was then it had hit me, that now forever she was gone
It was then that I realized it is forever she has slept.

I cried and wept that day like never before
Frozen like her, paralyzed, unable to move no more.