So; we're friends.
Always have been, always will be.
Yet, lately...
Things have changed.
The way your face lingers,
Centimeters away from mine.
The fact that no brand of gum can taste
As delicious as your breath when I inhale your scent-
A mixture of you, and Extra- Polar Ice.
And how when we're sitting next to each other,
Though, in separate seats,
I can feel you next to me,
Your strong, hard arms,
Your muscled, manly legs;
Your soft, yet firm hands;
All of it, right there, moving closer every minute,
Always close, always comforting.
Help me understand.
I want to know what's going on inside your mind.
Behind the strong, muscled exterior.
Beyond the wavy brown hair that sometimes hides your face.
Beyond the perfect eyebrows that raise in happy surprise when you see me,
That nose, which inhales my scent when we embrace,
Your eyes, the light color of blended rainbows,
Eyes that speak eloquent poetry,
Written in vain and delight, in deceit and purity.
Beyond the full, natural, adolescent lips,
Lips that hold so many secrets,
And speak often “I love you”s,
Words you'll never mean in the way I desire.
Beyond everything.
Who am I? What am I?
Just another girl attempting to understand your complexities,
Or the one girl who sees exactly who you are?
Do you even hear me,
Or am I just static?
Black and white noise on the radio,
Screaming and crying and hurting,
Hurting so bad,
Only to realize that you can't understand at all.
You'll never understand.
I'm not just noise;
I can't be,
I have to hope for more than that.
I hope you hear my name everywhere you go.
I want to you to see my imperfections for what they really are.
My insecurities, my habits, my secrets.
I want you to feel this sensation,
To embrace, to kiss, to never let go.
I'm not just static on the radio.
My static,
The electricity between us,
Isn't just physics.
It's chemistry.
My static is a complicated, unpoetic melody,
Full of mistakes,
Misplaced crescendos,
And messy endings.
It's a symphony of doubt,
An orchestra of error,
A scale, with out of tune do-re-mi's.
It's the most shameful, embarrassing, awful piece of musical literature ever written.
It's... me.
Now... I just wish you'd care to listen.
Author notes
Again...
I've kinda been inspired lately.
Just, comment it, let me know what you think.
Thank you 
I've also posted/ in the process of posting more.
So yeah.
Thanks again
So...how did I do?
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very good write
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Thank you very much for reading
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So you say you are inspired, if this is what you can when ispired, I would love to be the one you wrote thisabout, that ispired you to write such beauty. WOW this is the deepest and I dont how to describe what this poem means to me.
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Aw!
Well I haven't written in nearly forever (okay, less than a year; but still!)
And sometimes, I guess I don't need to focus on writing down "a poem".
If I just focus on the feelings, then it just kinda comes out right.
Though, I suppose feelings can't be "wrong", exactly.
Nobody knows what you're feeling except for you.
Thank you sooo much for reading this, that comment made me feel talented
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I really like it,...
Of all the three I appreciate this one the most. The best part of writing is expression and I believe you have shown it to me...thank u for allowing me to read this.
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I'm glad you like it!
Sometimes you just have to bare your soul in order to cleanse it.
And thank you for reading it!
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I love this one as well. not that it needs it but you could say something bout some of your words coming out of the static and that it changes the meaning.
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Thank you
I like your idea.
I think I'll that later.
Thank you so much again
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