I know the miles that seperate us may feel uncrossable,
I know the distance makes us sad, that I cannot hold your hand,
Carry you, or even talk to you.
But
I know the love between us is greater than the miles,
Greater than just holding your hand,
Or opening the door for you.
I only wish, we could be together forever, my dear.

If "disposable" is one of the words that come to mind when you think of me, even if it's intermingled with "beautiful" and "lovely"
I don't need you in my life

I would spend a thousand days alone if regret dismissed my company
I would return a thousand romantic nights for one with solace
I would take back all my kisses not to have your taste linger in my mouth
I would tell you all my secrets for your truths
I would let you hold me if you would show me how to let you go
I would give you back your empty promises for the hope I filled them with.
I would not want back my love for you, *have mine even if I don't have yours

The problem is I do like him.
I certainly hate him
But I also like him.
I like the way he capitalizes the beginnings of his sentences over text,  I like the cute little crinkles that appear in his forehead when he smiles
The coy way he responds to flirtation with something like "Oh really now?"
I like how he calls things "sweet", the way he says "aww" I even f!cking like his annoying as hell overuse of the phrase "haha" when he texts which ****** me off,
I like how he is the only teenaged boy I know who says something is "quite" fun and how he uses the word "lovely" to describe things because no one uses that word anymore and more people should.
I like how he has an immense love for Spiderman,
How he has all these aspirations of travelling all over in the future
I like how he wants to live in England one day, I like that he is into cooking and drinks coffee and hot chocolate and how his favorite book is "Looking for Alaska" and how he's read everyone of John Green's books and how he wants to be a writer one day.
I just remember the dumbest little things that I still like about him
For instance how he likes Neil Gaiman and loud screamy music even though I hate that stuff, how he is the only one in his fractured family who doesn't speak French but his older sister and mother do. He has a dog named Charlie and when he was a kid he always spelled "subtle" wrong. I just don't know *** is wrong with me I should have known better. I should hate him for half this stuff and all the rest of the reasons I have to loathe him but it's hard to forget those little details about him. I just hate feeling like a broken lock. A lock of dark secrets and completely irrepairable. Though it's not the fact that Im irrepairable that bothers me as much as feeling so... replaceable. Idk. Maybe I need to go out with someone to get him out of my head.

Write a poem about what you want for christmas. This is open to interpretations, but in the tags put a #alliwantforchristmas and repost/comment to indicate you are doing this challenge. :) Should be fun.

What’s so different ‘bout love and hate?
It’s one of the main reasons we discriminate.
Like cars crashing down just to swerve past the lights
It’s one of the reasons we put up a fight.
What’s so different ‘bout you and me
And the road we take to eternity?
The path we follow ain’t some yellow brick road
We don’t live in a castle, just a broken home.
Lights will shatter, broken glass
Like broken hearts as rainstorms pass
Shadows dance so we can pass the time
Life’s just a game of meter and rhyme.
So what’s so different ‘bout life and death?
Both are dogs with ragged breath
Both baring teeth and dim yellow eyes
The only difference is our ability to cry.
Twisted mazes block the sun
A game that’s been forever, yet only just begun,
To a song that’s sung in a mocking tone
From an empty room in a broken home.