Saturday, March 3, 2007

Missing the target, but hitting the bulls eye.
we didn't loose, we just ran out of time.
writing on the windows of your bedroom so you'd get the message.
fill in the blanks in the form of liquid colors.
in an alley way always asking for more.

There's always a ringing in my head
and a frog in my throat
trying to tell you hidden words
so instead i wrote

The letters on the inside of your jacket with your name
so you don't forget who you are.
with all this newcoming fame
never wipe away that scar

I can't stop that ringing in my head
or that frog in my throat
when i try to tell you those hidden words
My head always feels remote

Take apart the ransom note in the back of your head
and throw it to the sky.
to open my heart with led
these words i've been trying to say.

that i can't stop the ringing in my head
or that frong in your throat
when we can't put together words
i think we already know.
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Saturdays are supposed to be fun right? Well, today hasn't been fun so far. My computer is working super-fast, but that's all. We don't have any snacks that I like and all my mom makes are things with meat, so it's likely that I'll starve or become anorexic...oh well, like my mom said, I'm too fat anyway. I'm laying in my bed right now. Bored. I don't feel like doing anything. Just trying to convince myself to forget about J.H. He doesn't like me and he never will. Tthat's reality. I should get out of my little J fantasy before I go overboard. He's just a boy. Nothing more. He doesn't try talking to me... and except for the occasional glances he doesn't even notice me. But how come whenever he does look at me I feel myself blush, it feels as if time stops, like everyone in the room disappears, happiness. Whenever I even think about him my heart feels heavy and starts pounding. What is it about J that has me feeling this way? I try shaking it off, but it keeps coming back even stronger. I can't seem to comprehend what it is about J that drives me insane...in a good way that is. Maybe it's that stupid overrated feeling called love. Everything I've ever felt in the past was lust. But I feel no lust to him whatsoever. I love his personality. But there's just one dreadful fact to my fiction:

He doesn't like me and never will.
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