Slipping OutLetting part of the real me slip,Allowing it out from underneath my expertly designed mask.Out into the world it flew,Only to be judged and criticized.Searching for it everywhere,To hide it once again and deny its existence.Strange looks being received in the hall way,As I dart to my next class.Wondering how this part of me got out in the open,Without me even detecting it until it was too late.This is why it was hidden,To avoid all of the harsh glances and giggles.Oh how I want it back so bad,To act like it never happened.Your words hurt me more than you would expect,Those seven words brought me closer to the edge."God why are you so fucking sensitive!?",Now I know that you can never see the real me.Now I know who I can,And cannot trust.Is being sensitive so bad?Would you rather me be a rock?It may be my worst feature,But it is my best worst feature.And I love it.
It is HerThe way her waist is curvy, and how her thighs curve to meet her hips drives me crazy.The beautiful little dimples on her lower back and the freckles covering her skin make me insane.Her lovely dark hair flowing in the wind and that smile upon her face makes me love her more and more.Those dreamy eyes and cute button nose make me completely lose my mind.Her body is perfect in every single way. It is her who I want, but cannot have, for she loves another.The contrast of her ivory skin and blue eyes amazes me.The way her cheeks and nose blush with the bone chilling wind is lovely.Her name slips from my mouth, the eternal sin, for which I cannot, will not repay.Though scars may litter parts of her body, each one tells a story. A story that I long to hear.Sorrow from the past is hidden deep in her eyes covered up by today's joys, and they fill me with happiness.I crave to be held in her arms, have her tell stories and jokes, but most of all, I crave to just be with her.She who i