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Mickey
I miss that feeling
That every girl gets
Whenever she's near
"him"
And she's not sure
of herself
or her ability to breathe
Due to the butterflies
Dancing in her belly.
Five minutes from here,
He is probably in bed
Sleeping off a hang over
Or eating Fruit Loops
in front of the television.
He has no idea
(or maybe he does)
That I am five minutes away
Dying for a love
I know I do not need.
Sunsets come,
And they go.
Photographs are no good.
The true beauty
Lies in the fact
That you can only experience it
Once.
I look back
Perhaps I should've taken that road
But I've been that way before
Hell
I've been this way before
Many times
And there's always a dead end
I should've taken the other road
No turning back now.
Your eyes betray you.
You say sweet words, try to be kind,
But the look in your eyes reveals that you're lying.
It hurts me more.
Why are you so nice?
You smile at me.
(What a sweet way to manipulate your lips.)
You know I want more than your words.
I want your heart; I want your love.
You could deny me boldly,
Or better, reject me openly.
You refuse me that comfort.
You look at me and say soft words.
At every chance I watch your movements.
(What splendid structure God has blessed you with.)
You let me take it in.
My weakness betrays me.
You pretend not to notice and speak gently with me.
You wish to mock my very existance.
Your eyes show your true anger.
You know how I desire you.
Is it just a joke to you?
I go through my day with you on my mind,
And you're nice to me.
You smile at me and say beautiful words.
You deny me the right to get over you.
Why do you desire to hurt me more,
By giving me the right to love you more?
Your eyes betray you.
I talk
Releasing a stream of thoughtless words
Just hoping that you'll care a little
And want to be a part of my crazy world
In truth,
None of it matters.
I bury my aching heart
Beneath piles of papers
And hours of homework.
I cut off my sleeves,
Because that's where I wear my heart.
And I don't want you to know.
I want you to see me smile
And say that everything is "gravy."
Look at yourself.
You're so...
I'm not sure what you are.
I'm addicted to you.
Your smile,
Your laugh,
Your poison eyes.
That's what you are:
Poison
I have scars,
Gifts from you.
I know that it's a shame,
But that's what I tend to remember.
There were good times:
Smiles,
Laughter,
But oh so scarce.
I keep going back to you.
You hurt me.
My heart squeezes tight,
But I have to return to you,
Because,
No matter how cold you get,
You're home to me.
He pieces words together,
So beautifully
And it's a work of art
That entangles me.
I'm trapped in this web
Of wonder.
I just sit while he stitches
And sews with such delicacy,
Wishing I had such talent
That I could capture the heart...
And warm the skin
With perfect cotton.
And then I stopped,
Amidst the jibbers and the jabbers,
The vast confusion engulfing me
I stopped
And I thought of you
Your beautiful simplicity
Encompassed my mind
And,
If for but a fleeting second,
I was free
I don't need a knight
in shining armour
But if you want the job,
It's yours.
I lock myself inside a room,
A self-imposed prison cage;
I must reflect and ponder you
And all that feeds my passion's rage.
He understands freedom...
Driving down the road
With the radio blared
And no where to go
But away.
I wonder who gave you the power
To keep me bound
To your indecent voice
That clamors in my mind
Like a child bumbling around
In a dark hallway
I need energy
A cup of coffee
A sip of Coca-Cola
Just something to give me strength
To deal with you
And this day
That just won't end.
There's nothing like a cold glass of
lemonade
To wash away your problems
On a hot summer day
When your mind is dry
And there's more sand in your heart
than between your toes
I could feel his eyes upon me
But they weren't on me
They went through me
I shifted in my chair
And twirled my pencil
Trying to hide my anxiety
And fear
That his eyes were filled
With disappointment
There's something special about being sixteen,
But then,
There's something not so special.
They begin to hunt you down
(the old ones)
Like they can smell your age.
You're no longer jailbait
And they think that just because it's legal
You'll let them violate you
To satisfy some sick hunger they have
And couldn't fulfill in high school.