Here is the thing
I don't give up easily
I don't let go easily
I am nowhere near done with you
I can try a million different things before I am
So if you are not interested in being more than friends with me
You better make it very clear to me very soon and very quickly
Because I still like you
I will still obsess over you
I will still freak out every time you pass by
Probably talk all my friends' ears off about how nice your eyes are
Probably smack their arm off when I see you near by going: hey! look! look! It's him!!
...yeah, all my friends are probably gonna end up deaf and physically disabled... also very homicidal towards me when it starts to get annoying that I am continuously causing the falling off of their limbs and ears.
I will still end up creating characters in stories who look just like you
because I really like you
and here is the thing
I don't really care if you like me back
I can hope that you might be willing to try to learn to
but in reality
I just like you
because you are you
beyond your looks
I barely know you
I would really like to get to know you better
and that will be all I can think about for a long time, guaranteed
because here is the thing
I don't give up easily
and I really, really like you

I really hope this dance
Doesn't end up like all the rest I've attended
I'll act like I'm not lonely
The way I've always pretended
And when the slow song comes on
I'll be standing in a dress
Fighting back tears as I watch couples dance
With no one to impress
Even if I AM lonely
I just really want this to turn out right
I just want to be happy with the lights and the music
If only for a night

You’re an icicle
So flawless and beautiful
But so cold to me

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You're trying to make me see your point of view
But it's hard to see clearly with tears in my eyes
you'll just watch me like a raindrop rolling down the window out of sight

At some point
You care far too much
About not caring that
You spend all your time
Not caring about caring
Until you finally care
But you care so much about not caring
You care enough to not admit
That you care since you care so much
About not caring that you don't care about
not caring that you care.

All that is true for me.
After hearing the echoing of that same word, does the word "care" now confuse your mind?

That's how I feel about your name now.

I've heard it echo in my thoughts too many times
And the meaning has now detached itself
from the sound.

Because everytime I don't care that I care
about not caring that I care
Your name slowly carves itself deeper
In my soul

.There is nothing else left to say to you.
I have said it all.
Poetry is emotions made out of words.
And I only have these last few unpretty words left for you
They are simply put, but I mean them with every ounce of my soul.

You're not sorry
I'm not sorry
You hate me
I hate you
You hurt me
And those I loved
So I sure as hell
Hope I hurt you.
Just stay away now.
You've done enough damage
To last a lifetime
But I'm stronger than you
So I won't let it.

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TO DO LIST:
-Paint nails black and silver
-Finish reading that novel I started
-Finish writing that novel I started
-Offer my bus seat to an elderly lady… unless I’m driving the bus.
-Make tea
-Practice piano
-Clean out closet
TO ****** LIST:
-People who have hurt those I love
-Depression
-Suicide
-Unrequited love
-Rejection
-Inadequacy
-ppl who lyk legit totes talk lyk this lol as if they are lyk, texting or whatevz cuz they think its lyk totes adorbz and stuff *** lyk ***** rofl
-People who respond to my paragraph text with: K. or Lol.
-Slow walkers in front of me
-people who sing Xmas carols in June.
TO DATE LIST:
-That guy I’ve liked since the first day I saw him
-Chocolate
-Chocolate’s cousin: Caramel
-Tea
-CHOCOLATE BROWNIES
-Every fictional character I am in love with... there's alot

Blonde sweeping smooth and flawless hair
Nicest skin tone I've ever seen on a guy
Lovely, lovely eyes
Mildly unshaven upper lip
And I like that
Masculine features
Hell of a jawline
You always wear long sleeves
And gym black shorts
Sunglasses when it's sunny
My bus drives past you walking everyday after school
I have never seen you with friends
Or with anyone for that matter
You play basketball
And violin
You rarely smile
but when you do
I can't breathe
I notice all the little things about you
Most other girls wouldn't
And I like every one of them
I even like your name
But you haven't even given me a chance
How do you know I'm not for you
If you haven't even tested me out yet?

I find when I am told
To only highlight the important parts
The entire thing ends up highlighted
Because I can’t tell what is vital
I can’t tell apart what I need to understand and what I can’t dwell on
So I end up spending all my time
On what isn’t important
And then time slips by
And when it really matters
I haven’t spent my time on the right stuff
Same as in life
I obsess of details that seem important
Until they are put to the test
And what others had to say about me
Was all I cared about back then
I didn’t feel worthy of life
And I genuinely wanted to die
But now I realize
I shouldn’t have dwelled on that
I shouldn’t have let their judgemental loathing for me
Consume me the way it did
And now I want to live
But I can never get back that time I lost
That time I wasted
On someone else’s ignorant opinion
I can’t take back the things I did
The things I thought
The pain I felt
But it was self-inflicted harm
And not by knives or scissor blades
But by my own highlighting
I hurt myself
Because I placed so much value
On what they thought of me
Highlighting all the wrong things
Because no matter how much they hated me
Regardless what level of derision lived in their thoughts about me
And disgust at my looks
and amused at my pathetic personality (as far as they were concerned)
It was all meaningless
But I let it matter
And that was my fault
No one else’s
I always seem
To highlight the meaningless

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I sat on a rock and stared
At her eyes the color of ink
Wondering what she’s seen
When she is ruffled by something
It is literal
A duck’s feathers are easily ruffled
But that is a minor problem
When we are ruffled by life
It can disorient us for months
Sometimes years
Sometimes a lifetime
I wonder what her life has been filled with
She swims and she dives.
She mates to reproduce, never to love and cherish her mate eternally.
The way (some) humans do. Or at least should.
She never suffers emotional trauma.
It would be so much simpler to be a duck.
No monetary worries
No emotional worries
No grudges
Only the concern for survival
I bet she’s never cried
And I have so, so many times.
She spreads her wings and takes flight.
The way I often wish I could.
To escape situations I don’t like.
Just flying away.
Her beautiful russet wings
But I wasn’t born a duck.
I was born a human.
And I can’t spread my wings and fly away.
And somehow
I’m glad.
I’m glad I can hurt
And I can feel
And I can love
And be broken
My main concern is not my own survival
Because I am not a duck
And I am not a coward
And even if I can suffer
What a duck would never have to endure
I can have forever from someone else
And I can become something
An artist
A writer
A dancer
A poet
An inspiration
A lover
A mother
A father
Okay no not a father
But I can make something out of myself
And the duck will always be
Well, a duck.
Also, ducks are NOT YELLOW.
…I needed to express that.
Rawr.

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