****
I felt like I was a little girl again
Butterflies in my stomach and both of us cheesing ear to ear
Its been a while since I seen you
My heart beats faster just by looking at you
And I've never stopped wanting you
Those eyes make me melt
Your lips tease me every time they move
And your voice and laugh turn me on
Your hands are big and strong and I want them all over me
****
We vibe together
After all these years you still make me feel on cloud 9
I cant stop thinking about you
Its dangerous
Even after all the pain you put me through I still want you
And your making this hard because you want me too
So what do I do?
-E.G

Sitting in the dark, black silhouettes loom.
One of which dwells, familiar, barely seen.

Vast open space, barely lit, lies my doom
For those who wait for sustenance, span the gaps, unseen

The deepest fear, and least understood.
In the night, they wake, living as they should.
They've done nothing wrong,
But their presence lingers on
Even after they are gone.
Why cant i just be STRONG.

I'm TIRED of this fear of those whose darkness I intrude,
When all i want to do is be inside,
Instead I sit outside and stare, frozen in prelude
To the peace and comfort that i desire.

They don't know I'm here
And when they aren't i still know they are.
Around every tree
Spanning every yard.
When the sun is gone, how can i be sure?
That i wont become entangled in a fearful encounter.

I sleep outside those walls tonight

The world has moved on and I am fixated on one **** detail. A blank stare that lasted maybe two seconds before he carried on with his work. The look was indescribable because the expression was void of emotion. This is incredibly ridiculous, but I am so horrifically bothered by it. That **** expression. This **** minor occurrence has somehow managed to ruin my day. But here's the thing - this is routine for me. I know myself too well. I will be incredibly self-conscious from now on in that space. So many things go past that man, but my stupid digressions didn't. I am a victim of over-analysis. I will patiently wait for the day my memory will finally let this go.

I always gave one
It's in my nature
giving one is easier
than none

For some reason
we feel non existent
if we don't give one

We give and receive them
like candy
but I found a loophole
in this never ending
cycle that leads to blood boiling sessions
and hair tearing tantrums

Not give one
one the greatest lines in movie history
highlights NOT GIVING ONE

Once you don't a magical feeling
overcomes the weight, the burden
that dulls down your brightest days

so darling, empty those bags
under your eyes, empty those nerves
from stress
and
don't
give
a
****

The end is nearing
without a doubt
of casual
interest.

Oh, your love hurts but ****,
It's so poetic.

Someone once told me,
"Find someone who puts the stars in the sky just for you."

"Don't be ridiculous,"I said,
"The stars have existed for billions of years;
Stars are dead, made of chemicals.
They can't even knew that we're here.
They don't know we survive.
They have seen more profound love than ours.

Stars do nothing for us, hell, they don't even shine that bright.
They just twinkle in the distance,
They have nothing to do with us.

How could I find someone
Who can put a gargantuan ball of gas
In a vacuum that we don't even know truly exists?

I would prefer someone who
Is smarter than you, and who knows that all I would really like is a good cup of tea."

I cause too much trouble,
I try to be subtle,
But I just struggle.
So I try to be careful.

Even with all my might, I never do anything right.
I thought it was alright but just not quite.
Don't pick a fight, don't cause any fright.
So just sit upright, and hold on tight.

I am not needed, just left there seated.
I even pleaded but still unwanted.
I was greeted, yet mistreated.
Their goal completed, I was left defeated.

I am just useless, a plain nuisance.
All the rudeness but I'm still helpless.
I was so careless, now this is endless.
I'm breathless and friendless.

My presence is ignored, is this my reward?
I may look bored, deep down my feelings all stored.
Happiness can't be restored, after what I've been treated towards.
Everyone's life and happiness is what I adored but I could never afford.

I may have a problem, it isn't boredom.
Even though I hit rock bottom, The problem isn't 'em.
I may have fallen, it's not even awesome.
For me this is common, as it happens quite often.

I am just hated, they fill me with hatred.
I'm already shaded, my true self faded.
Pain is what I've tasted, I cover myself with colours painted.
This is probably fated but in the end I'm nothing but wasted.
You can never find this related, I've always waited.
Right now, it's belated, my brain debated.
My mind escalated, My actions demonstrated.
Among everyone, I'm the one segregated.

Once was a flower
in the garden,
blooming with pride

A man, a lover, came
and my beauty he admired
My smooth red petals caught his eyes
gently he picked me,
and mouthed a praise
"The most beautiful among all"
this was what he said.

He brought me into his mansion
with a garden full of weeds and stones
and he placed me in a vase
near an opened window with a dust-covered curtain

I saw, at the corner, a gray waste bin
Inside it is a rose, lifeless and pale
I wondered what happened
or what he did to her

Days afterward, and he just passed by me
I lost my confidence; he did change
my leaves started to slouch and dry
my petals slowly falling off and died.

His usual fervor admiration was gone
and noticed me once again,
yet for the last time
only to pick me up
and throw me into that gray waste bin
with that lifeless, pale rose I had seen.