I know what's bad for me
I know what's good for me
I say I'll get better
I'll turn my life around
I wont.
I can put in all the effort, I can smile like I mean it.
I can wear the prefect tie, talk to people politely.
I can do my bit to help my friends, pass my exams.
I could live an entire lie through college, uni, and even go to work everyday happy.
But it always comes back to him.
He's always on my mind.
I can tell him I love him. And he'll tell me I'm lying.
And I wont tell him that makes me cry.
I met someone as unpredictable as I am.
As crazy as I am.
As stupid as I am.
And I can't get enough of him.
We both keep joking a
One day I was walking down the hallway, my arms crossed, holding my books firmly against my chest. I stare at my converse as I let my fringe dangle, hoping that the chavs have decided to leave me alone. Too late. I wasnt paying attention & in a split second, my books were scattered across the ground, my face squished against the pavement. As I get my up, I rub my face to see a tall, dark figure before me. I gulp at first but when I hear that calm, reassuring voice of his, I blush & completely drift off. A light poke to my belly, my ticklish point, and I giggle & lightly push his hand aside. I finally chose to look up at his face, despit
How Can I Love Him If I Can... by Daleeria, literature
Literature
How Can I Love Him If I Can...
How Can I Love Him If I Can't Love Myself?
Pretty boy
With pretty blue eyes
My pretty toy
Believes all my lies
He just smiles
As he watches me flirt
With all the guys and the girls in the neighborhood
Pretty boy
Hes so naïve
My pretty toy
Falls for my deceit
Hes so cute
But I dont even care
I just lay there as he strokes my hair
Im not the type of girl to wait forever
You left me so I moved on
But hes not the type of boy that can put me back together
And Ive lost my heart now that youre gone
Pretty boy
With such soft lips
Hes so sweet
When he gives me a kiss
Hes
Love him, Love him not by XxLonesomeDovexX, literature
Literature
Love him, Love him not
Stomach in knots, head spinning fast
Lost in the curious glint of what the stars may hold
The feeling always lasts
Eternity isn't long enough, or so I've been told
Do I have a future
This world leaves me with a stunned gaze
Not knowing what lies beyond the stars is pure torture
Each day comes, and I'm still amazed amazed
Squeezing pain, always tense
His eyes burn into me
Scared of love I raise an emotional fence
And when he's gone, it's him I wish to see
Mind constantly racing
Love him or love him not
Heart forever encased
Soul dieing, becoming rot
His name is spoken in a whisper
no ones hears his calling
no one turns to him
all who have are broken
but somehow
amongst the broken pieces
are the little candles
he sent us
to speak up
to say his name
but now
we are silent
as the time is coming closer
he will return
and call his children
call his people
call his lovers
...home
........
I'm sorry that you're my oxygen.
I'm sorry I need you to breathe.
I'm sorry you don't know this feeling for me.
I'm sorry you can never understand this.
I'm sorry that you're like a song.
I'm sorry that you keep spinning softly in my mind slowly driving me insane.
I'm sorry I have to say this.
I'm not sorry that I love you.
I'm not sorry I couldn't find the words in time.
I'm not sorry that I think I should've been on your mind.
I'm not sorry that you can't see how much I care.
I'm not sorry that I was there.
I'm not sorry that everything I did was for you.
Among the thousands of words for you I etch onto my heart, ther
His voice, His body, His lips. by sophia731344, literature
Literature
His voice, His body, His lips.
His voice makes my soul shiver,
His body makes me blush.
His lips makes my tongue slither,
I know this is more than a simple love crush.
His eyes make me weak,
His heart,how it makes my heart burst into a glowing flame.
Without him I feel feeble and meek,
His love,that I have claimed.
We both know he belongs with me,
He is the angel in my dreams,he is my guardian.
I can't let this feeling inside me be,
For I keep falling for him,over and over again.
His eyes so dark,like a fog,you get lost in them once you move around,
His hair,raven black,sways with every step he takes.
When I am not with him,I feel suffocated,constricted,dead
Big brother looks so broken, all covered in tubes and needles. I want to rip them out of his wrists and take him home. I want him to play with me and laugh like he used to.
My little brother stands in the doorway of my hospital room. I hate to see him cry. He looks so alone.
He blinks through his tears and looks at me mournfully, "Mum and Dad say there's a way for me to help you."
I feel a rush of adrenalin and look away from him, watching my heart r