 okay i tried this once before but the oh so grand technological advancement of today known as the computer failed me again, and i pressed the cancel button. of course i, being intellectual and bright, saved my entry ahead of time. i knew something may happen in error. but when i excitedly opened a new entry page and pasted..what was there before was no longer, except the layout. i was fucking pissed. so anyways, ive had these poems sitting in front of my buttocks for the last week and now im going to try to post them again. theyre all about josh. and they arent any good, but its how i feel, awright? You get off the phone to avoid deep conversation something they've lacked for some time too long I miss our phone dialogues of marriage and future my heart would fill up with hope now you crush it way too much you tell me about her you tell me about her you tell me about her as well but do they hear about me? Do they know I'm the one you call? In those silly movies i cry over love is exciting and loud and the lovers want everyone to know they love one another. No one can hear our love when you only whisper it in my ear. J.K.T. dies = my favorite day. This boy can do so many things wrong and still make me feel special. This boy makes me cry more every day and he makes me smile more than anyone. This boy has ripped my heart into pieces more than twice but mends it so much it grows. This boy turns me off with his attitude of ass and turns me on everytime he looks into my eyes. This boy can comment on the most horrific things and tell me I'm beautiful so I fall again. This boy is no one important but he's everything to me. This boy doesn't give a shit about me and I feel like he loves me. This boy tells every girl the same thing but to me it's only me. This poem is liquid on dead tress and means nothing. okay one more. its not really a "poem" but its poetry. He calls me and tells me everything I thinkinside hereallydoes carebutthen he turns around anddoessome thingstupid againandIfeel sodumbfor believing he caredbut thenhedoesit againhesays sorry again heapolgizes againIlove himagain andforgive him again thenhelikes someoneelse andhishormones win and it happens again. &layouts |
Listening to: pixies
Feeling: free
and i dont know what to say other then i hope everything gets better becuase i think your terrific.