I find when I am told
To only highlight the important parts
The entire thing ends up highlighted
Because I can’t tell what is vital
I can’t tell apart what I need to understand and what I can’t dwell on
So I end up spending all my time
On what isn’t important
And then time slips by
And when it really matters
I haven’t spent my time on the right stuff
Same as in life
I obsess of details that seem important
Until they are put to the test
And what others had to say about me
Was all I cared about back then
I didn’t feel worthy of life
And I genuinely wanted to die
But now I realize
I shouldn’t have dwelled on that
I shouldn’t have let their judgemental loathing for me
Consume me the way it did
And now I want to live
But I can never get back that time I lost
That time I wasted
On someone else’s ignorant opinion
I can’t take back the things I did
The things I thought
The pain I felt
But it was self-inflicted harm
And not by knives or scissor blades
But by my own highlighting
I hurt myself
Because I placed so much value
On what they thought of me
Highlighting all the wrong things
Because no matter how much they hated me
Regardless what level of derision lived in their thoughts about me
And disgust at my looks
and amused at my pathetic personality (as far as they were concerned)
It was all meaningless
But I let it matter
And that was my fault
No one else’s
I always seem
To highlight the meaningless

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A baby’s laugh makes me smile
It always does
But this one was rather unsettling
Especially because
It was two o’clock in the morning
And I was home alone
The electricity was out
So why was there a ringing phone?
I pick it up and say hello
“You will die tonight” a voice growls and I quiver in fear
Because the phone is held up to the right side of my head
And the voice whispered into my left ear


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I like the type of boy
Who isn’t overly sure of himself
Who fakes his confidence
So he comes across bold and fearless
But secretly needs reassurance
Though he never asks for it
But he allows his nervousness
To show once in a while
I like the type of boy
Who holds onto things
Far too long
And can’t let go
Even when it has come time to
And even when he really wants to
I like the type of boy
Who isn’t afraid of emotion
And takes feelings like a man
Without treating them
Like something undesirable
I like the type of boy
Who would prefer to read
Rather than smoke ****
Who would choose to watch an old movie on a Saturday night
Over getting drunk at 2AM with a group of strangers
I like the type of boy
Who over thinks everything
I like the type of boy who gets jealous
‘cause it’s kind of cute
I like the type of boy who is passionate
Who has powerful emotions
Who never does anything halfway
Who means what he says
Who isn’t out spoken
But considers his words
And uses them well
Because he knows their value
I like the type of boy
Who yells when he is mad
Isn’t afraid to disagree with me
But is never unkind about it
Who is willing to listen
Who is willing to talk
I like the type of boy
Who will tell me I have a beautiful soul,
Not a beautiful face or body
I like the type of boy
Who calls me something deeper than pretty
Who doesn’t shower me in in meaningless compliments
But when he does
He means it
And he says something a little more original
Than calling me pretty
I like the type of boy
Who has a darker side
But doesn’t let it overpower him
Who can handle my darker side
But is one of the few people
Who can bring my out my brighter side
I like the type of boy
Who doesn’t mind when I act crazy
Who isn’t afraid to yell when he needs to let something out
And isn’t afraid to whisper either
I like the type of boy
Who messes up all the time, over and over again
Who has regrets
Who shows remorse
Who cares about stuff
And isn’t “too cool” to give a ****
I like the type of boy
Who uses proper grammar
Who is willing to tease me
And joke around with me
And make me laugh
I like the type of boy who isn’t afraid
To be afraid
I like the type of boy
Who likes the type of girl I am








…so basically the non-existent type of boy :P

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Society: Love is all you need. Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me. You are beautiful and unique, everyone is!

Me: Oh shut up.

If you just cannot seem to find love and need to live off of something else, if words CAN hurt you, (if you think they can't, I will cheerfully smack you with a dictionary (: ) and you hate being told you are beautiful as if that is gonna change your mind when you just do not see it then please repost.
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READ EVERY THIRD WORD

Absolutely undoubtedly,  I really truly can't express my hate for despicable him. The memories though, were unforgettable, I won't even try.

(I sincerely mean both sentences within this thought st the same time.)

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To Ember,
Have you noticed you're far too often someone's "Once"?
Far too often you make it into their "Remember Whens"
While you're there you burn brightly
But you burn bright until you burn out
And then all you are is a memory
A faded recollection
Just a blurry piece of the past
Like a bubble
Shimmering and floating high
Everything seems beautiful
But once it pops
That's it.
The End.
Ember, quit being so disposable.
So easily forgotten
Quit
F
A
   L
     L
      I
       N
        G
And F   A   d   i   n   g...

So quickly.

When will you stop being just a memory?

From Ember


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He
is
a mystery novel
words in between the lines that I don't get
He
is
a foreign melody
but I don't know his lyrics yet

If I could learn to know that boy
the one who doesn't know my name
but I know his, and I hold my breath when he passes by
while kind of wishing he was doing the same
Maybe if I could get him alone in a room
the way I've wanted to all along
'cause
I
want to
know him
learn to know him
he's been echoing off my thoughts
for a little too long

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She could probably name your favorite show
Your favorite movie
Favorite song and color
Favorite book and favourite T shirt
And she knows she is your favorite contact in your phone
But I could name your writing style, I know the word you could never spell right as a kid I know your favorite authors and who's books you have read every single one of, and I know every crevice and silver fleck in your highest hopes and aspirations.
She wouldn't care about that stuff
...but that doesn't matter to you, does it?


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My fingertips
on the piano keys
You took a seat
next to me
Made a joke
that made me smile
And then you stayed
to talk a while
If thoughts could speak
then mine would scream
As we flirted I wondered
if it was a dream
On a smudged make up day
When I didn't care how I was dressed
I sang you a song
At your request
Trembling badly,
I finished with a major chord
Nerves were churning
and emotions roared
A pretty silence like crystals
Your eyes on mine
Stuttered words
I got just fine
You asked for my number
And I said sure
I typed it In
And asked who you were
You gave me your name
And shook my hand
Leaning across the
Black baby grand
Your hands are shaking! You said
in tone rather sly
Still typing the number I grinned: you make me nervous!
The bell rang and we said goodbye
It felt like a movie scene
At 3:17 you
Texted my phone
A perfect chance at something new


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If you are going to try and unravel my secrets
expect to get tangled in them
...and there isn't always an escape

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