I love you too much. In the end it just appears to be uber clingy.

I forget its night time where you are,
not morning like me,
because I feel like you're right next to me.

Love is like a vaccine,
sometimes it's good for you,
keep you healthy;
other times, it will hurt you
and get you even more sick.

My dear midnight flower,
You are such a fighter (for good things)...
You're too good to me,
to everyone.
You always have been,
and you deserve more.

You deserve more poetry to be written about you,
you deserve more kisses and hugs,
you deserve less hurt...

But I guess you're "used" to all the **** that's in your life.
I hope one day you'll find your sun,
and you'll be their cherished moon.

You mean a lot to me,
and I hold you dear to my heart...
for you to get hurt,
I will hurt the person whom hurt you with a force over nine-thousand times stronger than what they did to you,
after consoling and tending to you first, of course.

The way you smile,
makes me smile, just knowing that you're happy.
The way you hurt,
it's a blow to the gut,
I couldn't protect you,
and you're hurt...

I'm sorry this poem is all over the place and I couldn't bring you enough justice,
for you're too good to describe in just mere words.
Only actions like
a swift kick to the head,
a hare burrowing into the ground,
and maybe a fisherman releasing his fish,
can describe you.

Or maybe
You're more like a skyscraper,
Literally and figuratively.
I'll always look up to you, senpai.
I will always try to take brilliant pictures of you, to capture the essence of you.
But I'll always fail,
'Cause you're best seen in real life and not in photos.

But no matter what, I'll always be here for you,
The bizarre Hanji sidekick
To your sugoi, very interesting
Levi-heichou.

- Love, your crazy, over-protective and psychotic kohai,
Paul ^^

Strong
Is the way you
Crawl through life's
barbed wires,
***** traps,
And barricades
And coming out still standing up after everything,
Still going.

Strong is withstanding
The harshest sand wind,
Letting the grains smother you,
Try to take you down,
But you still stand.

Strong is fighting for what is right,
Being able to know when you need to step in,
Realizing one's mistakes,
Fixing.

Please understand.
Please don't be hurt.
But I love you.

It's scary for me,
this is all new.
I might ***** up,
No, I will ***** up.
But bear with me,
as I try to see my way through the dark.
I promise I'll make it worthwhile.

Live* so much,
     that you scare death away.

Christmas again...
It's time to give gifts.
Receiving gifts?
A big no-no.

Christmas is a time to give things to the people you care about
and show them how much you care about them.

So I guess I won't be getting any gifts this year...
just like every other year...

Once upon a time,
there was a prince,
the prince of all the VASHs,
aka Vampire Angel Super Humans.
He lived amongst them,
cherished by all his subjects.

He had everything but what he needed,
he had the good looks,
the "L" skills,
the girls,
the money.

What he longed for was
his parents to help guide him through the wonders of the world,
a girl to treasure and be by his side.

But his parents were gone,
and no girl had a heart as golden as his.

One day, as he trekked through the swamplands with his trusty horse,
he came across a peculiar little girl.
She wasn't much to look,
dark hair, large brown eyes, button nose.
He walked up to her and asked,
"Hello, miss. Might I ask what you are doing here on this splendid day?"
"SHHH!!!"
He stared at this bizarre, short thing and listened.
All he heard were the wings of the dragonflies,
the fluttering, haggard breaths from the girl,
the chirping of the cicadas.

She collapsed.

"Milady!" he caught her in a french dip, right before she fell into the mud.
He carried her over to his mighty stead and carried her home to his castle. There, he brought her to the infirmary and stayed there as the doctors tended to her. Luckily, she had just fainted. What a peculiar thing.

She gasped, and sat upright, looking around.
"Where am I?" she whispered, and turned to the prince, wide eyed.
She fainted again. The prince shook her, calling desperately, "Milady! Milady!" and finally she woke up.

She shook her head and ran out the door.
He caught up with her down the hallway, she wasn't a very good runner.
He cornered her, and leaned in to ask her, unintentionally very sexily,
"Are you okay...? Why did you faint?"

She just looked away, terrified, her eyes round, her face painted red with blush.
"I... I... saw you and was... astounded that you, the prince, was talking to me, and that you were so... dashing..." she stuttered under her breath, and looked up, straight into his cerulean eyes.
He blushed, a bloom of crimson sprinting across his face.
She looked away.

They remained in that awkward position of him with his arms cornering her to the wall, she trying to meld into the wall, for a couple more moments, until the young flabbergasted prince realized what he was doing and let go.
She scurried away and the prince shook his head.

What was he thinking, getting mesmerized by her?
He didn't even know her.
But yet...his heart pounded.
Or rather what was supposed to be his heart.

He walked to his bedroom, locked the door,
and went to sleep dreaming of Ms. Peculiar.

The next day he awoke,
showered,
the girl still running through his mind,
and went to breakfast.
As he sat down,
a servant asked him,
"What would you like to drink this lovely morning, your majesty?"
He looked up, startled, to see the girl he was thinking about all night standing before him, in the traditional ****** maid outfit, blushing, hiding behind her hair, looking at her shoes.
"I would like some orange juice, and some of you please." he replied, realized what he said, abruptly stood up, and walked out of the dining hall.
She stood there, in shock and turned slowly back to the kitchen.

The next meal,
he walked into the dining hall again as if nothing happened.
"What would you like to have to drink for lunch today, your majesty?"
The girl. She was still here.
"Water. Just water. And, I would like to talk to you after lunch, if you would mind."
She was startled, but she nodded and walked away.

After lunch, he fetched her and brought her outside the dining hall.
"Miss, what is your name?"
"Alice, your majesty."
"Alice, would you like to accompany on my adventures? And please, do just call me Cole."
"As you wish, your majesty."
"But do you wish to accompany me? Please, it's Cole."
"I do. Thank you, Co... Cole." she bows deeply, waiting to be dismissed.
"Do you like nature?" She looks up, startled.
"I do, very much."
"I remember you staring at the cattails yesterday. I hope you do forgive me for startling you yesterday."
"No problem, Cole. I shall see you tomorrow?"
"Certainly, I will find you." She scurries away, and unknowingly to him, her heart is pounding, and as she rounds the corners, she presses against the wall, trying to stop blushing, to stop smiling and the drumming in her chest. She peeks around the corner to see him looking longingly back in her direction. They make eye contact, and she quickly hides. He blushes and walks briskly away before he can do something else to embarrass himself even further.

The next day, he jumps out of bed,
Refreshed and awaken by the thought of
Her.
He eagerly gulps up a quick, hearty breakfast and finds Alice with a call of a servant.

"Shall we leave mademoiselle?" He bows and kisses her hand. She blushes, nods quickly, and they walk side by side out of the castle and into the woods, both on horse. She trots slowly behind him, taking in the scenery as he takes in her, her practical clothing,  tough leather boots, tied hair.
"What are you looking at?" She self conciously looks down at her frayed old clothing.
"I'm just looking at the beauty in front of me."
She looks up, startled. He looks ahead and continues down. For the rest of the day, the two talk, about aimless things at first, but soon began to open up to each other.

She longed for him, but he was a prince, it was forbidden.
He longed for her, but she was a maid, it was forbidden.

By the end of the day, both knew each other very well, like old friends, but both yearned to learn even more. Both were shy.
Days like this continued for months on end,
They never ran out of things to talk about, things were so easy between them.

Then one day,
The prince made a picnic.
It was basic, just ordinary peasant food,
Layed out on a blanket
In the magical meadow they discovered not too long ago.

They sat down to eat,
Them afterwards,
Layed on their backs in the grass,
Watching the clouds pass overhead.
When they got up,
There were little shards of grass in her hair
And he laughed.
She looked around,
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, you just look really cute with all that grass in your hair. Here, let me help you out with that..." he brushed the grass out of hair and tucked her soft hair behind her ear. He slowly brought his hand from her ear to her chin, followning her jawline, gently, delicately cupping her chin, bringing her face closer to his, brushing his lips on hers, ever so faintly.
He opened his eyes, looked at her.
She stared back at him, smiled a little bit,
Surprised them both by leaning in to kiss him full on,
just a bit more passionately,
and he felt the playful smile he had come to love play across her lips.
They melted into each other,
And for a couple more hours,
They lay side by side, hands entwined,
Looking at stars, quietly taking in each others love.
It was a nice kind of quiet.

When it was time to leave, they kissed sweetly goodnight
Both wanting to be with each other,
Both waiting for time to pass so they could be together again.

And time did pass.
Maybe not quick enough,
But it passed.

At court, everyone argued,
Saying a prince should never be with a maid!
But his mind was made and there was nothing anyone could do to change it.
He didn't try to change her,
Nor did she try to change him.
After a month of trying in vain,
Everyone gave up, and let the two lovers be in peace.

After a year of
Loving each other,
Always being there,
Cole took her to the same meadow again,
The very meadow they kissed for the first time in.
The same day,
The same picnic.
But this time,
Once they got up,
He brushed away all the grass from her hair,
And got down on one knee.

"Alice. We have spent the last year together, and I actually lived for once. I have never felt so alive until now, nor have I ever felt so much in love with a girl as I have with you. From the moment I saw you in the swamp, I knew you were something special. I loved you then, and I love you more still today. I don't think I'd ever be happy without you in my life... so I want you to make me the happiest man alive, and be here with me on all the journey life brings, I want you to be with me always, so I can always protect you and cherish you. I love you. Will... will you marry me?"
Before he was even able to withdraw a ring, she kissed him fiercely.
"Of course I will, you dummy!"

And they lived happily ever after.
The end.

You're worth more than a poem.
But for now,
I'll try my best to make this much more than just a poem:
but a message from me.

What you don't know is,
every time she feels down, she rereads all your kind words.
When she's bored, you're not on,
she rereads them.
She spends all her time thinking about you.
She cherishes you,
You're the best she ever had.

She takes everything about you,
devours them, slowly savoring all the good bits (which is everything),
and then keeps them tattooed all over me,
never to be removed.
Each and every letter, engrained onto me with a flourish,
a kiss,
trailing her hands behind, stroking the way the gorgeous letters look
all aligned together to make such beautiful sentences.

Her eyes trail every word,
her hands caress the wonder machine that brought her you,
her ears thrumming with the sounds of you,
the music notes floating into her ears,
the way water flows,
for you are better than just any ordinary ocean.

You may call her an ocean,
but you are more than that.
The ocean only takes up 75% of Earth.
You are much more.
You are her sky,
her universe.

You hold the stars in your heart,
twinkling like little rubies.
Just like the moon and the sun,
you see everything.
The clouds are your façade,
and the rain,
your tears.
Beautiful.

And all she wants to be is the satellite,
to explore you and learn everything about you,
to always circle around and around,
to never leave.

I know you won't break me,
or her.
And for that,
I am forever in your debt.
So come to me when you need me,
I will do anything to serve my prince.

With Great Love,
The Creep's Heart

We were all together once.
A wall of friends, ready to help each other
to slay and protect.
The Fab Five/The Passionate Pentagon...
The Dark Side.
What happened to us?
What we once were,
we are no more,
and we look back at the Dark Side
like the same way we reminisce old memories-
but we are not old memories.
We will always be the Fab Five,
The Dark Side.
We are tied together
by bonds unseen but there.

But yet we are all reaching out,
stretching our flimsy arms to everyone around us
people who never were a part of us,
longing to be held and heard-
to not be forgotten.

There is no need for that.
I promise you,
you are not forgotten, and never will be.
So maybe...maybe let's try again, eh?
Let's get the old gang together
remember we exist to each other,
take away all the walls built up between the bonds,
all the anguish squished in between us,
and let's
Reunite.

God stared down at the Earth below him
and burst into tears.
"What happened?" he whispered.

They tell me it isn't love.
That it's not right
that I fall for someone I've never seen before.
Well I have.
And you just can't
"un-fall" in love with someone.

I guess it's the way you smile
And shine, cause baby,
You are like a star
In a New York City sky,
The only one up there,
All by your lonesome,
Standing strong,
Shining bright
In the dark midnight.

Or maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes,
That shimmer like the sun
On miami waves.

Or maybe even the way you tell me those stories of yours,
Leaving me wanting to know more,
But of course I'm too shy to ask.

I'm not sure what exactly it is,
But I'm attracted
(The way north pole of a magnet is attracted to a south pole of magnet haha oops science puns)
To everything about you.

You tell me you want to be a rockstar.
Well you already are to me.
You tell me all your "flaws"
I tell you that's what makes you
perfect to me.

So I just wanted to tell you,
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, dear,
And

-pulls over some mistletoe-
Oh! Look! Seems like we are "coincidently" under some mistletoe!
-grabs you and kisses you-

I love you more ;)

With lots of love,
Your bizarre, clingy, and random creep,
Li ;)

She tears up the pages,
Just as her eyes tear as well.
Everything she's done,
It means nothing.

But that's alright.
All the tears, all the anger,
It won't do anything.

So again and again,
She'll stand again.
Wipe away the tears,
And put on a Sasha-Fierce smile.

She'll grin and laugh all at the right times,
Tell us all those puns,
Making sure we are always laughing and smiling, and most inportantly,
Okay.
Even as she crumbles like a cookie,
Sweet and loveable.

But I swear to you,
There's too much to her,
No matter how many times we try to understand her,
She'll always slip away right when we think we got her.
Alone but in the most crowded room there is.
Metallica will play,
Children of Bodom swims around her mind,
Everything about her is its own music.

So distinct,
So catchy,
I don't think I'll ever be able to get it out of my head anytime soon.

I want to write your words on my skin
So that they can be fully absorbed
And with me forever.

I love you too much.
It's a fact.
And now it's too hard to let go...

**** priorities.
I've got you,
and you're all that's important right now.

i told you to come here,
there's something important
i need to tell you.

You ignored me.

i told You i hate You,
that You are an *******
and that im breaking up with You.

You ignored me.

i told You
i loved You,
and wanted your love forever.

You ignored me.

i told You i needed You,
i wanted You,
and i stripped to my bare undergarments.
insecure, embarrassed, afraid, innocent
all foreign words to You.

You looked at me, caressed my cheek,
kissed me, molested me.

We held each other so tight,
Hoping in vain
That if we held tight enough
We wouldn't have to leave each other.

Everything came rushing in,
Banging open doors
And showing us all that we forgot
Reminding us why we came together
Why we were.

And now the aching is surreal,
Hard and constant,
Gnawing insides out.
Different from the way I missed him,
This ache is a dear longing for
The smiles all of you put on my face,
The help you always gave me,
My support team.

Thank you for everything.
But I can't say goodbye,
Not now when we've only just go to know each other through and through.

It's
I'll see you later,
And
Good luck with Rajiv ;3

Arms wrapping tight around me,
Loving, tender,
Husky whispers in my ear,
And a content sigh escapes my lips.

Suddenly,
The arms begin to choke,
They hold on too hard,
Strangling me as I struggle to break free,
The whisper becoming chants of threats,
Sigh becoming hysterical shrieks of mercy.

But what's done is done.
Let the snake into the nest,
And it will **** you inside out.

I stole your sweater today...
You didn't seem to mind.
I used it as my in-class pillow
but really,
I was secretly inhaling you,
feeling your warmth evaporate slowly,
the soft cotton pressed to my cheek...
I'm addicted to you...
but I can't have you,
and this is the best I'll ever get...
So lemme pretend you love me and your holding
all my broken pieces together...

before i whisper "I love you"

Sometimes I feel like
Everything and everyone
Around me is dying slowly,
Dropping dead
Like planes flying too high,
And dropping down,
Bombed.

Symptoms include
sweaty palms,
eagerness to wake up,
rapid beating of the heart,
one person running around your mind.

Well, I guess I caught the love bug.

You came in black.
Drenched in black,
encompassing the night into your every move.
Sun or moon for each eye,
stars twinkling your feet
so that you can slip quietly in,
black holes removing all evidence of breaking in.

You crept slowly, surely
grabbing everything you found,
every little
secret, scar, soul shine
into that bag you clung to,
clutching it so that it hung from your back.

You passed my fire place.
Empty, with nothing left but coal and dust.
The fire once there?
Now long extinguished.
You shivered,
and continued looking.

You glanced at the kitchen counter.
Strewn across it were spices
and ripped up shreds of pictures
of all those loved.
Mixed into remnants of
entrees, appetizers, desserts,
too good to be true,
gobbled up too fast,
gone.
You shudder,
continue.

Finally, you find what you're looking for.
In the basement, kept in a safe right by where I slept,
you found it.
You reached towards me,
slowly, silkily took the key I had around my neck
as I sighed at your touch and unconsciously let you take it.

You twisted the key,
opened the safe
and grabbed the
ornately scarred,
worn down wooden
box that was held inside.

You opened the box.
Inside lay a red thing.
It resembled a minuscule
mauled, mangled, mutilated
crimson heart.
You sighed with relief and tossed the box and it's hideous contents into the bag.

You grabbed everything else you found and put it inside your bag.
Some were lead heavy, others too light...
Memories kept too long,
some fading,
some still fresh,
others just too strong of a memory.

You crept quietly away,
but not before you heard me whisper your name.
You looked away
like the coward you are
and left the house.

Make-up won't make you pretty,
a smile will.

I hate time zones.

There seems to be so many poets, all of them amazing... this poem is dedicated to all of you. Comment below a poet u admire and why, and ill post all the comments here :) it'll be like a poets I love and admire kind of page ^^ ill start:

Ember evanescent-
She's amazing, the way she writes is so relatable, she's very kind and funny, and quite compassionate.

Walt Whitman -a woman waits for me.

Sappho -****** poet of her time.Awesome

I'm sorry I was and am never there enough for you.

Things about me that I should be proud of but don't really care much for:

-The way I can mend people sometimes...
-The way I can have impromptu dance parties when the right song comes on...
-The way I can beat your *** if you hurt my friends...
-The way I can show you the love you deserve...
-The anger and rebellion inside of me that I've held in for so long...
-Somehow being able to tolerate and bear with the little freedom I have the and the want to have more...
-Being able to deal with my crushes, keeping them somewhat in check XD
-The smashing buttons that I can do and still win the video games I play c:
-My stubbornness
-How I'm gonna smack you :D and then act all innocent :P
-My music taste
-My loyalty to my friends

Please  
I'll put my mask on of "happiness."
When you see me put this mask on,
Pull it off and ask me what's wrong.

If I lie to you,
Which I probably will,
Slap me.

When I slap you back,
Pull my hand back,
And wrestle me to the ground,
Force the truth out of me,
Then console me with hugs and kisses
As the tears begin to fall.

Winter's days have become one,
Mashed together to form one dreadful night,
As my eyes become bloodshot, another gulp of pungent whiskey.
On this night when the moon's luminance reveals itself through a sheet of blank clouds,
And I'm left confined in the purgatory of a lonely bedroom, Whose once blue walls have all but burnt to black,
As they seem to broaden to maximize my desolation.
I question my existence.
I question my sanity.
I question when I will see the sun again.
For the moon may be the only soul who is as lonely as I.

But the moon seeks solace in himself,
And does not comfort me as the way you once did,
On these drunken nights where the enemy was the bottom of a fifth of Jack Daniel’s.
What took away my everything,
Was the only thing that could aid me in my resurrection.
So now I lay here,
Alone.
Questioning everything,
Scrambling to fix all that's been broken,
Building these deplorable ramshackle buildings on top of broken rubble,
With shards of glass and stinging tears as they mix with the blood on my hands,
But that doesn't matter, does it?
It will crumble, no matter how many times I try over and over again to rebuild.
This idiotic tower of sanity.
Why not just lay in this defeat?
And accept the harrowing fate that failure is upon me.
Let myself reek with self pity.
And drench myself with vomits of slurred words like,
"I miss you, I love you."

In my melancholy rage,
I'll take what is left of my body out into the cold,
In attempt to feel something real again as I dance with frozen tears in the numbing blanket of snow,
Convincing myself you will soon join me as I glare up at a flavorless, charcoal sky,
Cursing the bland stars who don't comfort the moon like they once did,
As I throw up the final chunks of the parts of my body that were still alive.

I watch in horror in front of me as they crawl out,
Like spiders as they trickle into the night with eyes wide.
For now I'm stuck here,
Glancing around for help that will never come,
Trying desperately to gather pieces of a broken puzzle with weak hands and shaking fingers.
So now, I lay here.
Bare.
On the ground.
Everything splayed out for the world to step on and see.
All my mysteries drawn out,
All the secrets are no more,
All my thoughts, read like a book.
And as my insides spill and leak out further and further from my abdomen,
The crimson splurges and spits out.
So I clench my last hope,
The few drops left of honey whiskey in a bottle,
And I close my eyes,
For one last time.

Everyone is here today,
Gathered in front of the looming school,
Breakfast clenching in their stomachs,
Wading in shallow waters.
We are all here,
But for the wrong reasons.

We are here
to celebrate our mistaken ingenuity,
the idiocy that surrounds us,
this thing that we call a
test.

The one thing that will decide our future,
Life and death.

Oh who am I kidding? The shsat is important for some, a chance to go to a good specialized high school,
But for us,
It's just a joke, the shshit.
Easy? Hell yeah. The point? Not important to us. The schools?
Worse than ours.

What school you go to shouldn't define you as a person.
So what if you go to Stuyvesant?
You could be a ******* for all I care.
So if you took the shsat already, or have already took it,
Just chill.

I'm very good at
-smuggling food
anywhere :)
-acting,
so I might hate you for what you're doing to me,
but I'll keep a smile and pretend I love you.
- -sheepish smile- buttering up teachers.
-being *****, then playing innocent whoops
-questionable flirting (?)
-blaming others
-lying
-trying too hard
-sending signs without meaning to, just trying to be nice

I told you I tripped today
cause I stumbled over my own foot,
that I'm so clumsy.

But really,
I stumbled cause I was trying to please you,
to get our team that goal,
and maybe you would be able to see me.

The whole time,
I was literally "falling" harder for you.

Why do you stare me with such an intense gaze?
Making me blush, and hide, and run away,
But when I look at you again later
Trying to get your attention,
Attracted to your passion,
You just look away...

Please,
if you do go trick or treating,
come in costume!

Baby, please don't leave me alone to rot in this dead world...
You are the only thing here that keeps me alive...
If you leave, there's no telling what I'll do to myself...
Maybe I'll even follow you...

I wonder if we will ever learn our lesson.
We keep trying and trying,
all in vain,
always hurting ourselves...
I guess we are all masochistic in that way.

The prize,
if we try, and after all that hard work,
if it works,
the prize is too tempting to not try.

A Friend?
Just A Friend?
But... but... there are so many that I all care so dearly about... -sigh- fine, I'll do it for someone that I care about and always write about anyways... :P Plus, I don't think he can ever get enough poetry written about him. ^^ yay for acrostics!

Kind-hearted to the core.
Independent.
Young, yet so wise in mind...
Underestimated.
Kawaii!
Irrisistable.

In­timidating when he wants to be.
Strong.
Helpful to everyone.
Incredibly caring.
Dangerous bad boy only when it's just.
Asshole? I think not. More like Angel.

Anyone sick and tired of what society says about certain things? Than write a poem redefining a word. It can be anything from beauty to loneliness to terror. Take that word and define what it means to you. Comment below if you r gonna try it out and ill check it out :) also use the hashtag "redefineeverything" when posting it. There r no other rules for this challenge, its open to all interpretations.

Ex) beauty
Its the way tour mind works to solve problems,
How you react to things,
Thats what beauty is.
Not the way you look
Or what you wear or
Even how you style your hair.
That doesnt matter.
Its the wya you smile at me
And help others in your own strange ways,
Now thats beauty.

-conference room with everyone in it, with a stage and a mike where I stand-
-cough coughs-

Yes, may I have your attention?

-glares at you with a stare to ****-

Mmmhm bish im talkin 'bout you.
Yes, you da ***** sitting up front dere like you own da place.
Well sorry to pop your bubble, but you don't.

-rolls eyes and begins to pace-

You see, you have been convicted of two crimes.
One being leading all these fine gentlemen here on.
Two being dumping their sorry *** for a lame excuse like,
"I'm not ready for a relationship."
"Sorry, it's not you, it's me."
"Umm... I don't like you like that. Friends?"

-all the guy nod in agreement-

Now what I'm saying here,
is if you start kissing up their ***,
laughing and flirting and hanging out with EVERY ******* ***** GUY IN THIS VERY ROOM how do you expect them NOT to like you, with you ***** all shoved in their faces and sitting on their laps and ****?

-looks at you meaningfully-

Don't deny it. You are guilty.
And then, when they go so far to love more your abs and that junk you got their on you chest, to actually love your - next few words dripping with sarcasm- charming, sweet, playful personality that's in fact all an act, you can not just go and break their bountiful hearts in two.

-matter of fact face at you-

Now, you see all these once innocent boys? Look at their sorrow faces, they have experienced you wrath -smile- and have experienced unnecessary hurt.

-pout, and points at a boy in the back-

You see that boy all the way in the back, sulking but yet still staring at you with the longing of a lost puppy? Yeah, that right there is my best friend. You have took his vulnerable scarred heart, took it, grilled it on an open fire (very dangerous, mind you), chewed it to little pieces and inserted your saliva in it, spit it out, and shoved it down his throat.

Again here I am, still another innocent bystander hurt by something you didn't even directly do to me! He hasn't been the same since you. He's changed, molded to fit your shape. When you come around, he wraps his body for you, becomes a ******* to everyone but you, smiles, flirts with just you, ignores everyone else. And when you leave?

-chuckles a menacing and sadistic chuckle, a dead look of terror in my eyes-

He turns into something you've never seen, lies spew out of his mouth like wild fires, spreading to every single ******* tree, all his friends? Still there, 'cause we love him, but he's left us. All he sees, all he wants, everything is about you. Your his world you see and yet you took that world and destroyed it with a meteorite, big enough to compare to the big bang.

-wipes eyes-

Now see us, as we try to control his lashes, to consume our tears back, and to not be hurt. I am dying inside, little by little, by seeing him trying and trying to no use, useless. I love him, I really do, and your basically punching me in the gut every time I see you with him, knowing you are no good for him and only gonna maul his heart like a beast. Just stop with the lame excuses,

-says in a snarky voice- "I'm not ready for a relationship."

'cause you just made out with a guy a week ago, you smear your lipstick all over his face. Dafuq with you mother-******* ****** excuses! and you tell me you hate dem ******. Well you should be hatin' on yourself then.

And here we are, everyone hurtin' through the radiation you have spread. Here's a suggestion: why don't you ******* go take all of your ******* and shove it up your left nostril!?!? EH??? NOW ISN'T THAT A GOOD IDEA? MAYBE YOU WILL FEEL JUST A MINISCULE BIT OF THE PAIN EVERYONE IS FEELING!
DON'T GO ACTING ALL PURE AND **** LIKE YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, CAUSE YOU DID. YOU'VE HURT MUST PEOPLE I KNOW AND HAVE IN SOME WAY INFLUENCED EVERYONE. BACK UP OR I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO TO YOU, HOPEFULLY SOMETHING LEGAL BUT I DOUBT IT.

-hurls something at you, stomps of stage lividly, and turn around right before i leave-

AND ***, DONT PLAY ANYMORE.

-throws one finger up, turns around, and walks out-