Touch me, hold me, feel me, lick me, smell me, bump me, rub me, bite me, push me, love me, nudge me, squeeze me, hold me, kiss me, nibble me, finish me off

Stop this meaningless effort to figure out why we have been created and live. Its a waste of timeand energyto ponder on the thoughts. We will never find out. Not until life in this universe begins to fade into a nothing live instead. Instead of believing that your thoughts shall change something, as if your petty little mind is going somewhere. As if you should care. You should not. Iys not your place to be doing this. Leave all of that to time. Have a cup of tea and shut the fuck up about all...

Would you believe me If I said i am a blond Would you believe me If i said i am tall Would you believe me If i said i am handsome Would you believe me If i said im smart Would you believe me if i said i notice you Would you believe me If i said i think of you Would you believe me If i said i want you Would you believe me If i said i want to be with you After all, Its only the internet..

Let it go. I tell myself. As if it should calm me.She runs off as a lie. As a lie that ruins those who follow. I should,ve figured my delima earlier. I should've wandered into her mind, her eyes, to see what the subject, the reason was really about. It would make sense. So why bother though. She stabs me continuously knowing i'll bleed. She pulls the rope aknowleding the door it opens. Then she strolls through flipping the finger without a trace of a last minute glance as it closes. Smoke ...

As if she should be intrested. As if those wandering eyes glazing blindlessly to worthless matter should happen to stroll along my path. Maybe I kid my mind while pondering about her. The blue eyes, fluttering behind the long groomed hair. No. Not for me. Its rather worthless to think much more of it. Not for me, but for the brown haired boy. For the boy known for a lifetime. The spotlight shines as if us three are the only around. I watch as they move, his hands reach the hips, sliding down...

I have always grown up your way. Acted as you asked, spoke when you said spoke. Eat what you told me to eat. Be who you wanted me to be. Well I'm not anymore. I'm different. I am not you. I want you to know that this is not a phase. I enjoy being me, I enjoy not being you. Being your puppet. I popped the strings! Deal with it, let me go, feel how I feel, then you shall understand. I am now what you didnt want me to be. What you're afraid of. What you're concerned of. I am your opposite, and I ...