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(To girls...)

They don't have that quiet nature
that some guys do.
They can listen but not hear.

A boy's arms
can wrap around you
and warm your heart.

There's something in
his eyes, you just
can't look away.

It's okay for him
to be taller than you.
All the better to protect
and hide you from
the hateful girls and boys.

You and him are
opposites of similar minds.
He runs his hands
through your long hair
as you ruffle
his short beautiful locks.

Your bodies fit
together in ways
girls and girls don't.
He wraps his body
around you to
become your world.

He smells so good,
not something sweet
and delicate, but
strong and dark and
masculine.

His back is a hard
muscular plane
I like to run my hands
over as he trembles
in ecstasy.

Soft stokes lull you
to sleep as
he nuzzles your neck.

He pulls you to his chest
and it feels so good
as he cradles you
and you bury your head
into the curve of his shoulder
and cry; slowly falling asleep.

:shy:

Girls are to much like being with mothers.
You can get along most of the time,
but you always have those bitchy conflicts.

Girls are so soft and so alike.
You can admire their beauty
and end up feeling insanely jealous.
You start to feel worthless
especially when its them all the boys notice.

When you have no brothers
and mostly girls for friends.
Love can feel confusing
and scary when you're young.

We don't know what the future holds
but many hope for happiness
with the guy of their dreams.
Someone always there who cares
and watches out to protect you.

I hate pain,
Not my own,
But others.
I see how the agony flashes across their faces
And it tears my heart apart.
I hate not being able to do anything.
Fear haunts my every move around them.
Did I hurt them?
Oh, please let it not be my fault!
I cater to their every whim,
And yet I feel as if I have done nothing to help.
Blanket? Meds? Drink?
help? ...for me...?
Help me please God to understand their pain.
Why do you punish so?
For you hurt not just physically,
But you damn the emotions of those who love.
I wish I was the one hurt, alone...
So my pain would not hurt my friends.
I love to play around.
I love to scare and joke.
But I just want you not to care...
Don't care - but do...
I contradict and do not know.
I can't understand...
Why you love me so?
Why am I SO damn special?
And even though I try to be cold,
I try to be indifferent and focused,
I can't help but care!
I care so much it hurts...
You before me, always!
Why should I come first?
When your pain is what hurts me and not my own
Why can't you let me protect you?
Why do you protect me?

Normally I hate mornings.
Its cruel to wake me up that early,
I'm never even truly awake.
But I do love the mornings.
I like to stay up and watch the sun rise -
Most of all I love before the sun rises.
Everything is blue,
Soft and quiet no matter how loud it may seem
. If I wake up everything is foggy
like a far off vision
of an unreal world.
But if I stay and watch the night fade,
the moon leave the sky,
I see the sky fill with color
The most beautiful blue ever.
I dream my eyes are that color
But I cannot see myself the way others see me
I see what I may like and not like
hate and loathe but never love...
I don't think of that this morning
For just as much as I have been awaken to the early dawn
I long to hide and sleep as the piercing rays
Burn my delicate eyes.
I blink and turn away and hide from the light and cold alone.
Mornings are always cold and only enjoyed in someone's arms.
I curl back up and lean against the frigid car door
and try not to think of my dreams
of a blue world full of you
and the comforting warmth
of the beating of another's heart.

Love is just a word
people throw it at each other with no idea what it means.
"I love you!"
I don't believe it or you.
If you loved me
you'd stay with me and show me love...
because that's all that love is today.
But LOVE is the little things -
doing anything for the person you love
until you are broken with nothing left to lose
except those you love.

"I love you" is just a lie.
You may like being around me -
you may find me funny,
cute, attractive...
You may even like what I can do for you
to you, with you.
But when it comes down to it
you're the one put first always.
You don't listen
just ramble on
and ignore those you claim to love.

I wouldn't do that,
forsake those I love for my own good.
But I know those who would gladly do it to me,
without a second thought.
They don't even know they do it.
But they hurt me more than they know...
Don't say you love me
unless you really mean it.
Show your love,
don't just say it
and hurt my scarred heart.

sometimes I don't know what to say
its there so deep and yet ready to be spoken
I see your eyes and long to speak
but i'm afraid...my words won't be right
I hear your cruel laughter and turn away
why bother? it changes nothing
i could talk and talk and yet no one would listen
fade into nothing and be lost
why does no one look?
why does no one care?
my humor is not yours
your language is not mine
yet when i try to speak it you cut me off
why would i ever talk like that
you say i'm not like you
that you'll only corrupt me
but what is there to be corrupted?
it feels like a cruel joke
no one wants me there
no one cares if i sit and stare off
at the pain of loneliness in a crowded room
I've always been alone
my humor has always been cynically creative
for me...
don't leave me there
you go and go and barely say goodbye
I'm left behind and lost