If I had to kiss you one last time, I swear I'd meet my end. Those desperate lips cling tightly to every word that slips from between my teeth. I can hardly rescue them all, falling clumsily to your ears. They dance in circles into that brain that cannot comprehend me. You'll never understand. Those eyes that close as you tilt your head forward are never as bright as they were the first time they landed upon me. They lose more luster with each meaningless embrace you force me into. Each moment I feel your breath on my neck, something inside me dwindles and dies. So take my hands and lean into me. Hold me close and steal my breath one last time. But when you are done, please discard of me quickly. After you, I don't want to be touched again. Well....that one sucked. heh. My grandmother is here. Still the same GG I've always known. Warm and loving and accepting. I wish I were like that. Maybe I am. My new cell phone hates me. But it will learn. It's wonderful to have a best friend again. I missed her so. Kiss these tears away and maybe I'll return the favor. I'm all depressed again. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because nothing in this tiny life goes according to my plan. What is wrong with me? I will never know what I want. Never. And no one will ever want the real me. Never. So I might as well let them use me and discard me. What else is there to do with the weakest of girls?