he's playing with me.
he always does. the second i distance myself from him he turns on the charm.
and of course i'm helpless against it.
once he has me again he carries on with his perfect, popular, athletic life and i'm left hurting.
please help.
love letters
passing thoughts about the passing boys in my life.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
i shouldn't be...
so why do i feel like i'm in love? if i even knew what it felt like, would it feel like this?
i can think of little else but him.
it's frustrating and irrational.
help.
i can think of little else but him.
it's frustrating and irrational.
help.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
i'm not over you
the only thing about the glorious summer of 2011 is that he hasn't had one part of it.
save for one sweet conversation. about a concert i didn't go to. but still sweet.
my summer has had boys, no doubt. cute, funny, but temporary. and the ones that are more permanent are stereotypical and thoughtless. they're not different like him. and after a month of hanging out with them i'm starved.
it's like eating junk food. while it's good at the time, after awhile all you feel clogged and all you want is the crisp, juicy, and clean bite of an apple.
i don't want another shallow conversation, to which you have nothing to offer.
i want to talk to him about music, cartoons, dancing, and roller coasters.
i don't want anymore of you're crude and uncreative humor.
i want his wit and insight.
boy, please go away. he's not perfect, but he's more of a man than you.
save for one sweet conversation. about a concert i didn't go to. but still sweet.
my summer has had boys, no doubt. cute, funny, but temporary. and the ones that are more permanent are stereotypical and thoughtless. they're not different like him. and after a month of hanging out with them i'm starved.
it's like eating junk food. while it's good at the time, after awhile all you feel clogged and all you want is the crisp, juicy, and clean bite of an apple.
i don't want another shallow conversation, to which you have nothing to offer.
i want to talk to him about music, cartoons, dancing, and roller coasters.
i don't want anymore of you're crude and uncreative humor.
i want his wit and insight.
boy, please go away. he's not perfect, but he's more of a man than you.
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