As the light flooded into the room as water does a glass
I found myself
No, rather, caught myself
Gazing upon features I once sought out
Illuminated halo all around, ethereal almost
But unaware of my presence, to my relief
You had much on your mind, it seemed
Looking out into the throng of
Beings, all occupied with their devices
And their conversations, with voices chaotic in unison
Were of volumes unbearable
Yet you, in all your splendor
Were all I could hear

Who am I to write love poems to you
When you will never see them

Am I selfish to create a friendship based off of lies,
In the hope that you'll come to love me?

In all honesty,
I'm a ****** hypocrite.

We all breathe the same air. We all live under the same Sun. We are all of One race, the human race. We all eat we all sleep, and we all hope and dream. So what sets us apart, what causes us to be divided? Why does one person think they're entitled to more than another? Why do some have too much and some not enough? Why can't we set aside our differences, and realize we are the same. We all have needs and they must be met. We all want to be safe, but that hasn't happened yet. If we could simply speak one language, the language of caring for one another, then every stranger would be your sister and every stranger a brother. Until that day does come, we should continue to live apart. Divided yet coexisting, on the same planet we all call home.

All I really am sure of about love is that love loves not...

I take what I can
I steal looks
Laughs
Smiles
Touch
All, just to imitate
What would have been, had you and I
Worked out
Just as my dreams said they would
But all in vain, as these moments are everything but reality
I cherish each, nonetheless
Every second
Minute
Hour
Day
That I happen to create these moments
And although my mind has come to terms
With what is and what isn't
The heart lags in all aspects, including rationality
So forgive me, for I simply can't help it
I take what I can
And I take it with time indefinite

So simple
Black
     White
Orange
     Green
On and on the colors go
Where they stop nobody knows
Only one can be mine
But
     Which
              One
Rectangle paper
you're lifeless
close to worthless
once you're mine
      your priceless
to me you are important
all I need is you
sweet
lifeless
stupid
paper

By Gina Gordy

You see i have a condition
One you’ve surely never heard of Because it doesn’t exist
When my mom was asked to describe it to my therapist she said
“I think she just has a hard time dealing with things...with everything. Even normal things.”
Which is very much true honestly, i can’t even look at pretty girls and not throw a pity party
In fact sometimes a pity party feels better than the sixteenth birthday party i would have had were it not for all of my own problems
Like not being able to accept that all my birthday party decorations HAD to be pink (gags)
Of course there is full truth to me not always being able to handle normal things
Heck i had a mental breakdown when i couldn’t figure out how to put my gift card on amazon (btw there was no way for me to do so)
And again when i couldn’t decide for myself if i wanted mint green in my hair or not since it was only going to be a small amount
And again every time my boyfriend says “you need to decide somethings for yourself. i’m not making this decision for you.”
I can barely get through getting a normal amount of homework done, not to mention the fact that i have extra because of my special classes and my high ranked school
By the time it’s all over and i’ve stepped off the bus i’m done and have to force feed myself the knowledge like i have to force feed myself food because i’m just too skinny
Once again i can’t eat as much as everyone else and the thought of eating in front of family every holiday kills me
How i’m still alive at this point when i can barely deal with having to unload a dishwasher i don’t know
I don’t mind things, I just don’t know how to handle them
I guess the way my mother put it was right
I simply have a hard time handling everything.