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Him:* I think it goes without saying that you and I are pretty much already set on being friends with benefits, and I want you to know that I'm not going to fall in love with you, and not looking for a relationship at this point in my life. And there are other people that I will be seeing.

I don't know what love is, but I know these past few days I haven't been able to keep my mind off of you.

Him: And if that's anything you're not comfortable with, or your expectations are any different, then it shouldn't happen.

But I want it to.

Him: But the last thing I want is anyone being hurt, and I feel like the best way to avoid that is making sure we don't have different expectations.

Pain is an old friend of mine...*

Me: Nope, I'm cool with that.
There's a bomb in my head
That is about to explode
It was there when I went to bed
Still there at the morning commode

There's a bomb in my head
That will end it all
It will make me dead
It will make me fall

There's a bomb in my head
That can help me sleep
Put me in a coffin bed
And burry me deep

There's a bomb in my head
I won't let it hurt you
It will make me dead
It will make you feel blue

There's a bomb in my head
That can't stop my flow
It makes me dread
But will is stop me? No!
Lightning cracks and thunder shrieks with great fright
The rains pour down with penetrating pain
Type o' storm that keeps Noah up at night
Tides flood streets like an angry berserk train
Still the albatross is yet to take flight
Outside thunder, lightning, and floods in vain
For in my heart lurks deserts, lonely drought
Will these rains quench my thirst? My heart has doubt
Ottava Rima is an 8 line stanza in Iambic Pentameter with a rhyme scheme of abababcc.
There comes a day in your life where you meet someone special…
You try so hard not to admit it but you just can’t hold back the way you feel…
I like you.
You get all those feelings…
Those butterflies you can’t stomach,
That heart rate you can’t put at ease,
So baby …
Sweetheart with the beautiful smile. Sure, I loved sleep
But dreams couldn't compare
Not to talking to you until my mind screamed for rest
And the butterflies in my stomach settled
Darling with the endless amount of love…
your love could fill the oceans and climb the tallest trees,
but could your love belong to me someday?
Be given to me?
Can you feel the way I do for you?
& Boy, sometimes I tangle my own fingers
Closing my eyes, losing myself in a daydream
Where your voice is more than an echo in my mind
And I even believe for a few seconds you're still here
Lover, who writes me poems,
You should know I write you too.
I write about you until my fingers ache
And still after that I keep writing
Because there's just some people you could write about forever
And baby, you're one of them.
And boy who played me a song,
Sweet sounds bow down to my ears,
And the way you play your guitar…
& the way I daydream about kissing your lips...
I can’t wait until the sparks of your tongue burn my mouth
send electric shocks through my body
Cutie… with the funny jokes,
You make me laugh.
Today you made me laugh,
like you always do,
you’re the only one who can now a days.
Baby, with those sparkling eyes,
Your eyes haunt me whether I'm dreaming or not
And what haunts me more is the fact that
I can’t have you now
because you ruined it
It hurts to think about it,
So I have to block you out.
Play your songs to someone else,
Read your silly lines of heartache to someone else,
And go find… someone else.
His voice is lightning
It shines its pretty light like
a flickering candle through
the Earth's darkness
Just before it strikes
with a bitter surge of violence
And your left confused
So jaded by its ups & downs
that you lock the doors
at a light drizzle of rain
or a small gray cloud
With every reminder of him
You build your walls taller
with steel and stone
Oblivious to the fact
That not every pretty light
In the sky intends to strike you...
To hurt you
a jazz club in new orleans,
late evening.
the girl who grinned at me from
behind the bassist has
oysters on her breath and
hints of my lipstick still smeared
around her neck,
but i won’t tell her.
i’ll let her forget me like
she forgets the rest of them,
then notice the shy little
smudges from the other side
of her vanity and wish that
her familiar bourbon street boys
knew how to let their fingertips
slide down her spine the way
mine did.
the timing’s got nothing to
do with it. my ghost is lingering
on the skin of anyone who has
ever tested (swam in, drowned
in) these waters.
they’re playing “bye bye blackbird"
and she’s forgetting already.
i’m letting her. the remembering
comes once i’m lost at
sea.
thankyou so much                
for not giving me ****
about how its all gonna be okay  
because sometimes          
you just know  
it's not going to be okay                
it's not going to be a happy ending    
it's not going to be cherry blossoms in the wind
because ****                    
it's not gonna be okay
but                                            
power on soldier
**** the *******
because no                  
it's not all gonna
be "okay"
i trapped my heart in a cell                                    
a cell i made to perfection
to keep it in and away from everyone
its cold and lonely                                                           ­           
but thats the way its supposed to feel                    
it keeps my head from my heart                                        
this way there are no unwanted feelings                                

no love                                                             ­                                                 
because love is a feeling that comes from the heart
not the head                

by doing this it keeps my heart protected
safe from love                                                    

because with love comes hate and hurt                          
the only way to live without love is to trap your heart

in whatever way you can                      
stop at nothing to catch it                      
hide it away                                            
nourish it but don’t                                
whatever you do                                    
don’t let it love.
a poem i found its the part one to the other one i commented on.
ive been going back to a better time
collecting comics because it was a hobby when i was a child
i got a hacky sack it reminds me off my college days
******* wrestling fan rocking my tees
ready to go back to jui jitsu get my black belt
play a guitar making music release my soul through the sound
write to get it all out since i dont always have some to talk with
i dont quick making the comeback
learned to stay come not overreact
live strong be strong
be tough when things go wrong
i may not show emotions but i dont want to hurt
i dont want to hurt anyone the guilt eats me alive
all i want is to be happy live life strive to survive
been through my ups and downs not staying grounded
my words help me escae my anger avoiding danger
be my friend not s stranger someone i can trust rely on
now a days thats hard to find true friends are hard to find
believe in love no more walking around blind
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