you light me up inside,
you here and you tried,
you make me smile,
stay for a while,
wrap your arms around me,
carve our names into a tree,
let take a bubble bath,
walk some where and create our ow path,
tell me i'm pretty enough,
don't walk away and don't bluff,
tell me you love me all the time,
all i need is for this to rhyme,
to get the point across,
because i don't want to feel lost,
maybe you will know it's about you,
i mean everything because it's all true,
you're so beautiful,
i love to talk you like usual,
i know i want us,
and i know it's about the trust,
i think i like like you a lot,
my heart jumps when you talk to me like i have been shot,
anyway here you go,
now you know.

so, i trust to easily;
story of my life.

and because of that,
people go and break me.

but i'm not fragile,
i'm quite the opposite.

i have built my walls,
higher than you think.

and i don't love easily too,
but i wear my heart out on my sleeve.

because i care,
care was too much about others.

more than i care about myself,
really.

but i have been in love,
with someone who loved me more than the moon.

i let him in,
he let me in.

for 9 months,
i was happy.

then it ended,
too bad.

that confirmed it for me,
make that wall thicker.

higher,
no one can break it.

and that made me stand out a bit,
because i was strong.

i am smart,
but not a genius.

and i know what i am doing most of this,
so don't wast my time.

then i met another guy,
almost a year after the other guy.

my first love,
done and gone in 9 months.

and i am still recovering,
i still love him, i'll give ya that.

now,
the new guy.

well,
i guess i can't say it's love just yet.

how can it be?
only 1 month.

and then there is a problem with a friend of mine,
he likes me too.

something about me,
how can someone love me, like me, when i don't love myself.

how?
i don't get it.

i see myself as someone who is willing to help others,
care for them.

and i don't see what they see,
pretty, skinny, beautiful.

i see someone who can be a *****,
someone who is ugly, fat and gross.

but oh well,
**** happens.

anyway,
i am 16.

and i am tall,
which i hate.

i have strawberry blonde hair,
that i wish to dye.

and my eyes are the colour of a forrest,
a dying forrest.

my skin in pimply most of the time,
and i wear make up.

i dress to fit in,
not for comfort.

the pain i put myself through,
just to make people think i am happy.
me,
i am just me.

and i think,
that i am not good enough.

for anyone,
no one.

if i am not happy with myself,
I can i expect someone else to be.

i asked him if i was ugly,
he nodded and almost laughed.

no,
he said.

definitely not,
Summer.

definitely not,
echo's through my head.

The
worst
feeling
in the
world
is

loving

someone

who

will

never

love

me

back.

you give me goosebumps,
when we talk,
you make me feel alive,
all the time,
i think of you,
i can't help it,
but think of what you are doing right now,
the thoughts make my heart race,
i want you to be happy,
i promise,
i will give you happiness,
my happiness,
as along as you're happy.

where
are
you?

your
touch.

your
warmth.

your
smile.

your
voice.

where
are
you?

your
being?

your
truth.

your
lies.

your
eyes.

where
are
you?

near
a
place
too
far
from
home.