To watch or not to watch.
That is the question;whether it is nobler in my mind to suffer the feels and emotions of addicting shows and yet be so in love with them.
To watch, to cry.
One more episode and only sleep will help me to end.
The heartache and the thousand cinematic shocks the writers are obsessed with.
‘tis a consuming world with everything I wish.
To watch, to cry. To cry-- perhaps too much. Ay, but it's worth it.
For, when watching these shows and knowing what feels may come, when we have shuffled off this depressing factor, we must not forget the humor that makes happiness last oh so long.
To watch characters travel the depths of space and time.
The detectives prove wrong the proud men and even the relationships and love ‘tween the main protagonists.
The insolence of the hiatus that even patient fangirls cannot take. When we go on great adventures with a hobbit and a ring. Who could bear the long wait? To punt a sweat is a weary life. To discover world's unknown from books or shows. We travellers never want to return.
Our fangirl hearts burn and even still
We would rather bear the tears we have Than live in a world where there are none.  Thus Fangirls are not cowards, not at all
Thus we are heroes so very proud
So we proudly say take flight on the enterprise with Captain Jean Luc
We bare our lights sabers alight
And lose ourselves in the action
Go we now happy as could be-- off to fangirl forever 
To be normal? Ha! Never.

I'd love
love love
to wish
you a
happy valentine's
day
but I
hate
hate hate
the fact
you're
fictional

Exist, a word that hurts every fan girls feelings
Yes it hurts, why? Because he doesn’t even know you’re alive
Are we over reacting? Maybe yes, but that’s love
Not the type of love that everyone knows

You know him but he doesn’t know you
You love him but he loves you as a Fan
You know all the facts about him but he doesn’t even know a single fact about you

There are times that he will be rumored on having a relationship with the other idols or other girls out there
It hurts, it hurts us fan girls feelings
To the point that, how you wish to be that girl, how you wish, but that wish will just remain in your mind not in your heart
But who are we, to be hurt?
We are not in the proper place to be hurt nor do we have the right to be jealous or hurt? No we don’t.
Because yeah, we are just his FANGIRLS
FANGIRLS, F-A-N-G-I-R-L-S
8 letters, 2 syllables, different meaning
You know what? Cut the beat
He will never know you; he will never understand you and he will never love you like how you do, because we’re miles away from him MILES
Does it hurt? Its okay you chose that, we chose that, we chose to be his FANGIRL we have to convict it
In fact, we should be proud being a FANGIRL,
A fangirl that is willing to love, support, understand and accept all his flaws because that’s the only thing we can do to show our love for him
And yes, I’M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T EVEN KNOW I EXIST.

It wasn't worth it,
everything we went through just to be together,
those Four Months of Hell.
Your previous lovers, your precious ogling fangirls, our difficult, busy schedules.
All those obstacles and yet we still tried.
For what?
For this?
This ****** excuse of a relationship?
I'm sorry for the brutal honesty,
but honestly? I'm glad we're through.
'Cause me and you might work on paper,
but reality's a different story.

Not all
Fangirls
And Fanboys
Are obsessed

But I think that in all of us
There is that tiny hope that
One day
A madman in a
Blue box
Will come to take us away from this crazy
Thing
Called
Reality.

Fangirls, *******, Emotionally Unstable,
That's what we are, clustered together
Hopped up on hormones, false hopes,
What are we supposed to do?
Just waiting for the long day to go
You hide, avoiding trust and closeness
knowing so soon it ends in pain
In a jungle of thieves you hold your secrets
Tight to your chest, never letting go
Then he comes along,
Messes everything up.
So cute, kind, trustworthy, like a safe.
You lay most of what you got on the table
Tell him what's going on,
Things you would never tell your closest friends.
Just to get smacked in the face.
"These are the best years of your life"
If that's true, then why go on?
Is the the best that it gets?
Jerks and heartbreak,
memories and heartache?
The high lasts a second but the pain for months
Teenage years ****.

I'm sorry, everyone.
I hopped on the Internet
Hoping that I could produce
Something beautiful, deep,
And heartbreaking for all of you to read
And enjoy.
Unfortunately,
In the words of fangirls,
I can't even.
I have nothing. NOTHING.
Nothing for my poetry,
Nothing for my prose,
Nothing
At
All.
If you people I don't and do know
Realize this feeling of
Suddenly coming to the edge of the world of writing
(Which I didn't even know was flat)
And just STANDING there
Staring into the black empty
That is absolute nothingness...
Well, make me a sympathy card, okay?
Because I can't write today.
I've got nothing.
So, if you're looking for something
That is not a piece of crap
Coming from the brilliant mind of this author?
Feel disappointment.

Hey whats up everyone?
So I'd like to start the new year off with some news that I'm sure will make a lot of you happy (and hopefully some of you sad. But not the fakers or the posers)
I'm giving up on hellopoetry, in the few years of having an account I have gained nothing from this site but a legion of undead fangirls and lifelong friends who live too far away. I joined this site because I wanted to get honest feedback on my work, and in fact I often ask for feedback, but i never get it. And that upsets me.
No one reads my work anymore anyways (except those friends that i mentioned before, and I can just send them my work in private anyways), so whats the point in posting?
Exactly there isn't a point.
Which is why as I said I'm giving up on this site.
I'll still keep my account, but I will no longer be posting anything.
Feel free to message me whenever, in fact who knows maybe I'll message you. (probably not though)

And with that I say Goodbye

Not all the encounters end up to be glad,
Not all arrogant ones are bad,
Not all fangirls should be considered as mad,
Eventually, not all poets are always sad.

You aren’t on my mind every second
It’s not that I’m always thinking of you
I simply get reminded of you
You are all hidden throughout my world
And each reminder makes me think of you
Multiple times through my day
And with each
Comes a little bit of hope
A little bit of calm
Little bit of you
A little bit of love

E
I hear you in every song that instills in me hope and love
In ever word that comforts my crying eyes
I see you in every elephant, real or statue,
In every saxophone
In every street corner with skid marks from drifting
I feel you in every hug,
Every hand hold
In every laugh
And in every tear.
You are in every day that I’m happy to be alive

Frenchy
You’re present in every day, mostly literally, but sometimes not
I see you in every frenchy fry
In every meme, especially bert and Ernie
In everything Disney
In twinkling Christmas lights
In dorky posts that fangirls over friends
In every friendship I observe
I
I hear you in every song that makes me jam
And every situation where it’s hard to make a decision
In every dog bark or cat meowing
I feel you in every fuzzy blanket, sock, or hoodie
In every cuddle, or jumping puddle
You are in everyday that gives me a sense of pure joy or child like wonder

In every thing that brings me joy, in every day that I’m alive, in every sound that brings with it a memory, you are there.
I may not think of you at every second
But I promise you
You’re with me in every day.
I don’t know how many different ways there are to love a person
But I think you two are my favourites.

Your sweet, gentle, kind gaze,
Has now turned to a murderous glare.

Your once so loving hands,
Have become my enemy.

Where did I go wrong?
What makes you think you can treat me like the dirt on your shoe?

Your soft, sweet voice,
Now feels like shards of glass hitting my body with no end.

Now that you have had your fun,
Am I still supposed to call you baby?

Fine.

Hey baby, Did you hurt anyone else today?
Did your fangirls bend to your every wish and command?

Sorry I don’t treat you like all of your royal subjects do.
Sorry if this harsh reality is damaging your ego.

You know what baby?
You should bow down to me.

I am the king here.
Bow down and beg for forgiveness.

I might accept it,
But I probably won’t.

You are a sick excuse of a human being,
I would call you an alien if it wasn’t such a compliment.

Baby, you should see me in a crown,
You would remble and cower at the sight.

So bow down to me,
Because I have the power.