There is this girl...

who is as beautiful as the sun

her skin ever so flawless as it was.

Today someone called her a name

I won’t even say,

because it’s that bad.

She cry her heart out

on the bathroom floor

and I want to comfort her

and tell that she was beautiful

I want to tell her

that I have spent an eternity

praying that she would notice me

but that would have made it obvious I was staring.

You’re not supposed to look at girls that way

but I can’t help it

because those eyes are the only thing I want see

before I close my eyes to dream of her waking up beside me

Those lips are the only ones I want to be kissing at 2 am

and its storming outside

and she has to cuddle closer to me because she’s scared

Those arms I want wrapped around my neck

as I carry her over the bed we share

to make her squirm under my touch

because I love her

She is my everything

but I will never  have her

because she insist of dressing her best

to impress the guys

when they will never appreciate her the way that I do

They will never look at her the way that I do  

and as silly as I may sound

I hate her in all that she is

but she is my everything

and I love her.

Mistakes

Your fragile little heart doesn’t stop hurting because he still has the ability to control it. He says he loves you but doesn’t realize the pain he instils in you everyday. And you try. You try so fucking hard to make everything work because in the end you feel worthless without him. Your mistakes are justified though, but still come bearing pain. And that’s just it. You mustn’t get caught up in trying to over-fix your mistakes. No one should have the ability to make you think that low of yourself and drag you into a never ending sea of sadness. Even the best of the best. Even him.

submission

bleak walls surround me
like how a mass crowd with bleak minds surrounds the thinker. 
I sit and twitch my fingers
glaring 
at this mechanical machine in my wet palms,
it has no feelings what so ever , 
I wish I were so to.
I twitch as I glare at the screen , how mean
I think 
how mean, 
you are leaving me here 
feeling like a puddle. 
You flood me 
with thoughts I never thought existed it is as so they are their own specimen .. They control me. 
You control me.

...for laughs