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Thursday, July 22, 2010


   Oh.
I'm in such a strange mood today.
There's an ache in my stomach and a sting my eyes. In one sense I'm perfectly happy, but in another I just wanna cry myself to sleep until I can see him again.
This him is a guy named Mike. My latest obsession. It doesn't make any sense because I barely know the dude yet every time I so much as glance at a picture of him, I'm overcome with the deepest sense of longing. Ughh... '-__- Why do I have to fall so hard so easily?
The worst part is, he wants to become a girl, so technically he's transsexual, but he doesn't act like a girl at all. He likes your everyday typical straight guy.
Which leads me to my next issue: Is it really him? Or have I just fallen in love with a mask, a facade?

*HUGESIGHOMG*
Here's a poem.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
LOVESTRUCK BARBIE

Tear my heart out and replace it with a hunk of plastic.
Hammer me down to the right size,
Dilate my green eyes blue.
Paint my chiaroscuro brown hair sunshine blond,
And touch me, feel me, hear me.

I wanna be your baby doll,
Beloved toy, pride and joy.
Everything you ever wanted but could never have.
Love, for you I'll be paint and plastic.
Doesn't matter how drastic.
Everything I never could be, I will be.

Because I wanna be your baby doll.
I want to be your fantasy (even if I'm just a reality.)

Ily
~Belinda

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