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I wish you could see who I am, who I am meant to be.

 

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The things I l o ve ab o ut y o u. . .

Your smile x your hair x your eyes x your nose x the way you say
my name x the way you whisper in my ear x your lips against mine
x your arms x your legs x your chest x your cheeks x your blush x
your heart x your laugh x your sighs x how you say I love you x how
you kiss me goodnight x how you hold my hand x how you speak to me
different than any other girl x how you love my laugh x how you tease
me x how you sing x how you dance x how you try to speak in another
accent x how your hands feel against my skin x how your words touch
me x how you look just before you sleep x how you sound when you
first wake x how you say my name in your sleep x how you look at me x
how you kiss my hand x how you tell your friends how special I am x
how you look in nothing at all x how you look in a suit x how you say
such lovely things about me when I can't even hear x how you stick up
for me whenever my name hits slander x the way you always ask how I
am x the way you never laugh when others would x the way you forgive
my mistakes x the way you never let me go x the way I could say one
thousand more x the way I am when I'm with you makes me feel glad. x

I f o und the l o ve I always wanted .  

 

 

 

  M e e t y o u i n t h e P u r p l e R a i n . Do you REALLY want any of this in your system????

 

 

  so   she   is   the   girl    who   will
wait   forever    for   you   to       her   smile;
&   this   is   the   girl    who   cries     inside -
Lays   awake   at   n i gh t   and   only
wants    him    by   her   side.

so   this   is   the   boy    who   lays
awake   at   night    picturing   her
smile; &   this   is   the   boy    who
despite   all   his   friends   takes   her
as   who   she   is ,   not  what   she  
one   day   could    be;

 

 

 

   

A l l y o u t o u c h a n d a l l y o u s e e ,
I s a l l y o u r l i f e w i l l e v e r b e .
- - - P i n k F l o y d , " B r e a t h e "

 

 

 

 

 

I am bisexual. I love a guy, in fact I've loved a few, yet the intimacy with a woman is second to none. Not to say intimacy with a man isn't beautiful, it's just a different beautiful. I want to 'be' with a woman before I get married, just to know...

 

 

 

I want to be someone who stands out and is good at something; better at something than most others around me, so I feel special. I have a need to be loved and to be reassured. I need to feel as if I'm not just anybody, I'm somebody who has something slightly different.

I honestly don't know why people fall in love with me, but apparently it's easy to fall in love with me. I find the thought of falling in love with me like falling in love with a star; not as beautiful as she looks from afar


I am emotional and upfront, yet I struggle to show how I truly feel, at least in the right words. I write words that speak what I feel right, I say words that make sense and in any other persons emotions I can understand and verbalize but my own - I never know what I mean or what I feel.

 

 

Sometimes I confuse myself with someone else and yet, sometimes I'm the exact person I am supposed to be.

I am a keen lover and believe in love in all it's forms. There is nobody quite as beautiful as the person who stands in front of you and says 'everything I am and everything I will ever be is yours - please take it.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am a deep person as you most likely can tell. I speak my mind most of the time, but know when it's best to keep my mouth shut, learnt that the hard way.

 

 

I am a lover not a fighter, though I will fight for those I love and equally I am a forgiving person, but there are some things I just can't forget, some heartbreaks I cannot hide, no matter how hard I try.


I live for the moment for the most part, yet I need to motivate myself more to be who I truly need to be.


I one day will be the perfect mother and the perfect lover, but that's far off from now and I am not ashamed to admit it.

 

 

 

I have made mistakes, some quite bad, some small and yet I am not ashamed, because they taught me what I know, how I know and how to make sure betrayal doesn't come knocking at my door .

 

 

 

Some may call me blunt, others may call me over emotional and others may even call me out of sorts, but nobody can ever say I don't care, because caring is who I am.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know who I am expect to be by others and perhaps that's my problem. Yet I am always happy to listen to the truth, even if it's not the best, as long as it's meant well, not out of cruelty.

I honestly don't wish anyone dead, nor do I wish to be the killer; at least not individual people. Terrorists, baby killers, murderers, paedophiles and massacrists are on my target list and yet, as an individual, I cannot wish someone death. I just don't know how to hate so much to with that pain and before you say I've never suffered then I have, I just feel their pain as well as my own - nobody just acts for no reason, something triggers another being.

I love art yet I'm not a good artist. Sometimes I don't believe in my ability, yet I carry on anyway. I wish I could be a photographer or an actress, yet I know I could never be due to my visual impairement.

 

 

I don't want to be who I am, yet there's nobody better than me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sometimes wish I could go back to being young and having sleepovers and slumber parties. Those days didn't last long, at least not from how I remember them, but yet I want to feel them beneath my feet and to be able to laugh and crude jokes and be able to draw on my knees and believe in whatever the world wants me to believe. Oh even if my body went back and my mind was deceived; please take me, time travel one day shall make me see.







I fear death, but yet I know it comes and sometimes, the most beautiful things are the things we fear. They have a beauty that nothing else can compare to, an honesty that nothing else can be trusted upon and a cruelty that will never fail to catch you somehow, when you least expect it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish I was better at academia. I never tried hard enough, because I presumed I was clever enough to do it all, because I thought effort was for those who weren't clever in the first place; I was so wrong, but now it's getting too late and I feel like I've been stole.




I wish I could call myself a poet, but I'm only a girl who puts one word infront of the other and expects a reader to feel something from a few syllables that are meant to artifect a metaphor, a similie, a verb.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I make too many comments upon myself to care what I know and what I don't; know only this, this is who I am supposed to be, whether I love it or not.





I'm sorry to those I loved and to those I hurt and to those who deserved the pain; you know who you are you broke me, but I think I made you who you are today.

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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