"Is the glass half full?" He asked,
She said "There's no water left,"
"Are you ever nervous going out?"
"Scared half to death."
"I have a six pack of abs."
"Do I look like I care?"
"What does a guy need to have?"
"A smile. A brain. Nice hair."
"How about we go back to my place?"
"How about we no?"
"You look like you'd be a freak in the sheets."
"I think I should go..."
"What's your favourite song?"
"Anything that fills my head."
"Will I see you again?"
"Honestly, I think I'd rather be dead."

I have not been able to sleep,
While my heart has sunk to the deep.
Can't do much but to wait and weep,
Seeking for thee almost like a little creep.

Ah, such fair blonde hair,
Spreading thy sweetness through the air.
Such divine beautifulness, so rare.
For God almighty you are the only one that I care.

Alas, I have finally came to take my aim,
Going on a journey of love for thee before catching in the flame.
Such satanic curse, no shame.
For Lucifer sake without you my world would not be the same.

The almost hopeless journey for thee is becoming sad,
Thy disappearance soon enough would turn me mad.
But awaiting the precious fruit of love is making me glad,
Perhaps thou art the one to retrieve the love that I once had.

The way
you smile,
showing
your teeth,
it makes
you look
like a
creep.

Stop.

You make me lose
sleep.

she doesn't want to admit how bad it gets at the peaks of her loneliest days,
alone at night, no one to look up to,
and with no one to hold on to,
because she thinks it'll go away,
she believes the words that scream "it's just a phase"
from a mouth that hasn't gone through it..
It's not a ******* phase, she wants to think
but what does she do, with her arms on her chest, eyes locked to the ceiling?
she keeps her eyes open,
hoping that her mind will empty out itself
though she knows it won't happen
because she's an insomniac.

I steal glances from you

Mostly
F
  l
  e
   e
    t
     i
      n
       g

But some
L  i  n  g  e  r  i  n  g

Minute after minute
With grossly familiar eyes

Until glances turn to leers

And hoard them in my soul
Racing against the coming winter

Dear The Creep That Loved You:

You were the first one to like the first poem I ever posted,
For that alone, I could've fallen in love
But then I started to read all YOUR poetry
And I just couldn't get enough!
Of course, your name really caught my eye too
A creep and a girl that LoveD you
Everyone can see
Our collaboration was meant to be


"You're an unnecessary part of the story."

Well, isn't that just the truest 7 words ever written,
Once I read that, I became completely smitten.
These "past tense" men in our lives...
Well, seriously, for hurting you, they deserve to die.


"Wake up in the middle of the night
for inspiration,
new ideas,
thoughts waiting to be poured onto paper."

Well, this perfectly described me to a tee
I'm Blessed to have found you here on Hello Poetry, seriously... All your words resonate deep within me
I'm totally obsessed with you, can't you see?


"You're the villain in this story,
the only thing keeping me from falling asleep,
but driving me insane with anticipation as well"

Wow
This just makes me think of bad boys,
How all us good girls just can't help but fall
We know they're no good for us
But sometimes, were naive, we just want it all...


"I sit here in tomorrow,
as you lay there in yesterday."

Sometimes, the people who don't wanna move forward
Just need to be left in the past,
Us girls just have no time for games
We need determination, we need something to last.


I could continue on, quoting all your poetry,
But you know all your lines already
What you may not understand yet, is what every word means to me.
How every stanza hits me so deeply
How every note is written so sweetly
How every title draws me in so stalkerishly
I just hope you understand that every letter you type
Reverberates deep in the core of me
And that I'm totally in love with you
Almost obsessively.

*Dear The Creep That Loved You:
Please, say you're in love with me too?

How long do I have to deal with an internal shitfest
How long will I think she's a good person
Will I ever look at her the way others do
My friend thinks she strung me along, too
He says he confronted her about it and she got quiet
She does that when she disagrees
She doesn't want to argue
She just likes agreeable people
She's incapable of being honest
Why do I still love this girl?
Because she's ******* beautiful