They laugh and giggle discretely.
Looks and stares, oohs and ahhs.
What’s going on? What’s the inside joke? I wanna know.
Text messages soaring in air waves, “lol she’s ugly.”
The piercing of eyes crawling, attacking.
What’s the problem? Let me know, I wanna be in on the inside joke.
A gang of wolves, ganging up on innocent prey.
Tell me what’s so funny. Tell me what you all are saying?
Whose ugly? Whose pathetic? Tell me the inside joke.
The inside joke is me.
As the temperature gets lower, the more I want to be with you.
Something about the snow and the Christmas lights makes me think about you more.
I find myself calling others by your name, catching myself in mid-sentence, feeling ashamed.
Because I know you don’t think about me, and I know you don’t miss me.. or do you?
I think I’ve hurt you. But am to afraid to speak. Tell me, do you think about me?
Or was I never that special to you?
This is not a poem, more like a stream of my thoughts, of you.
But I’ve made this mistake before, so I’m just going to let it go.
For this is nothing but another fantasy of love lingering in the back of my mind.
I miss you boy, I miss you.
Summer is over. The season is changing.
No more mild summer days spent on hot sand at the beach.
Endless days of sharing thoughts and crushes with friends before your parents get home from work.
That summer romance.
The summer romance you hoped would happen, but didn’t.
Goodbye summer.
Goodbye bathing suits.
Goodbye ice cream cones that would melt down to your fingers.
Goodbye pool.
Goodbye days of freedom.
Days of homework and short weekends are ahead of us now.
The leaves are slowly loosing their lively color.
Flowers slowly weltering.
Packing shorts away.
Bringing out sweaters and boots.
Long days of school.
Late nights spent doing homework instead of freely roaming outside with friends.
Goodbye summer, see you next year.
deraevelynn:
I had taken a break from love.
I had been through so much with past lovers.
That have beaten my spirit and depressed my soul.
My heart has healed from all the past lovers that bruised it.
Being hurt in the future is a given, I understand that.
Now that I have taken time off for me;
To build my spirit back up and strengthen my soul, I am now ready to love.
To give my heart to someone new.
I’m ready to love you, who ever you are.
I’m ready to start over.
But please, future holder of my heart, don’t betray me.
Don’t lie about your relationship with another female,don’t treat me like I’m less than nothing,don’t disrespect me, don’t commit adultery, just love me.
And I promise to give you my all and love you with my all.
To treat like the amazing human being you are.
I will respect you and believe in you.
I’m Ready to Love.
Why GOD?
I know it’s rude, maybe even disrespectful to ask.
But GOD do know I love you & I don’t say this for any other reason but out of curiosity;
Why do I look this way?
These pimples that refuse to leave my face.
The jeans that stick so closely to my waste.
The doubts I have in my head.
The feelings I have in my soul.
Why GOD did you put them there?
Why do I feel like I’ll never find love?
Oh GOD I trust you. Please know I do.
But I’m curious.
I lay at night and feel lonely. Why do I feel lonely?
I go to school and feel ashamed. Why GOD do I feel ashamed?
Feel like everyone else is prettier than me.
Feel insecure when boys look at me.
GOD why do you have this to be?
I sit with my heart being twisted and abused.
My body being touched and used.
Why GOD?
I love you. Please know that. & I trust you.
I’d just like to know why…
It’s okay if you don’t answer these questions for me.
Because I know with a doubt that you do this for a reason.
Let me go through all this pain and suffering to build me up as the woman I am going to be.
And I will come out victorious through you.
It’s just I just wonder, why…
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In my head I imagined us, together. You & I.
Me as you’re girl. You as my guy.
We were happy. We were in love. I was you’re only as you were mine.
That’s all I could envision. All I could think. All I would dream.
But I’m not gonna give myself all the credit.
You inspired me.
Those nights we stayed up.
You fulfilling your passion. Sharing it with me.
Those long hugs. Long kisses.
Me placed on you. To be whispered in my ear, something sweet you would say.
But that’s all it ever was.
Words. In the moment.
I must admit you had me fooled, had me thinking that you. Could be him.
Could be the guy that would be the reason why there’d be no more lonely nights.
No more emptiness. That you would fill that void.
All though you did nothing wrong, you’ve done nothing but treat me the same..
But now I realize, that that’s all we will ever be.
As you travel the world in stop in my city.
I’ll just be the girl from Jersey.
The girl you knew you could have anytime you wanted.
But chose to tease.
But I guess it’s my fault.
It was all in my head.
To think we could be..
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