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Friday, February 25, 2005


   This that and something
***update***
Alex doesn't know a name, she has a funny name for a girl... lol
Alexander William (no last name provided for the sake of this)

My friend Alex is forcing me to put her poem on my site since she doesn't have one... I would you like to comment on the poem honestly so I can tell her... etc. etc. ((please don't lie and say it's good if it's not... that's just even more insulting to her))
(It's really long and sappy, but yeah)

Why am I who I am?
Why am I just a fan?
Obsessed. Delirious.
Is it love?

I need to know all about you…
Can’t stand to be without you,
And yet I am.
I’m no there to see your face.
I walk with you in an imaginary place,
A place between the real and the fake
Even there you aren’t mine to take.

Why do I love you?
I can’t say why…
Is it because I can’t have you,
Or hold you in my arms?

Jealousy. Hate.
Consume my heart.
Talking with you…
I fall apart.
In a million pieces…
Laying on the ground
Each one different
Which have you found?

I always hurt you…
I never mean it…
I want you to be happy,
But I’m too selfish.

The thought of you with someone else,
Or someone else knows you better
It makes me burn,
And I cry again…

Loneliness. Emptiness.
I never had you.
I know you the least…
Why do I care?!
But why not me?!
If only…if only…

Why do these tears fall down my cheeks?
Are they caused by you?
They’re caused by me.

If I didn’t love you…
I wouldn’t hurt.
If I didn’t’ talk to you…
If I didn’t try to learn more…
Would I not love you?
Could I forget you?
I want to forget you.
But I can’t…
You’re my best friend…

Even after that…
When everything I knew,
Was all a lie…
I still loved you!
Even more than before!
Doesn’t this prove it?!
As hard as I try not to…
Aishteru

You say you love me…
But it’s not the same!
When you say that…
I feel so ashamed…
For being a bitch
For making you hurt
For being selfish
I think…
Why am I not satisfied,
Just as your friend?

Maybe my question is not…
Why not me?
But… Why her?!
She was my friend too…
I wanted nothing more of her.
Without me, she wouldn’t be yours…
Have you ever thought of that?
It’s all my fault,
I brought my own pain…
If I’d know the real you before her…
Would you be mine?
Would she be the one to cry?


~~another update~~
My parents were going to name me Alexander William if I was a boy... but I wasn't... so, I really don't have a friend... i just wanted a few honest opinions, and I didn't want my friend that I wrote this about to know... I didn't want to make her feel bad... but I figure now, that I was completely honest in the poem so yeah >>;
She'll probably never read this far down again...

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