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2003-09-24 @ 8:15 p.m. This isn't another lament of a broken heart This is written in words with hope sewn between the spaces Each curve of the letter drenched with a desire A desire for you to notice me And though they can only describe And though you may never read them My hopelessness looks better this way I love to play the game of wanting what i can't have Where i am the hunter and you are the most beautiful target And staring at you with lust filled eyes is half the fun Tell me how you move so gracefully As you walk right by me The sheer physics of your steps mesmorize me so I can't bear to interrupt them I love to hear your conversations like my favorite CD I can blast those idyllic tones so loudly they bounce off the walls And sink into me like bullets Even the melodies of you speaking of other girls Sound blissful to me Though they infect my heart and mind with despair I just want to hear you say you love me too So i can let it burst in my ears every day I love to pretend i'm just your friend Playfully touching you while trying to be overly witty Soaking my lines in sarcasm so you don't notice they're true (50% of what people say when they're joking are true) And hiding my hands under the table to keep them from reaching out To touch you, hold you, shake you and make you love me But if being one of the boys to you is what i have to do To be close enough to admire you Then i'll tattoo "best friends forever" across our hearts A dangerous thing these words translate But consider it my form of surrendering sweetly I'm aware that crushes are aptly named And when not done right are deadly But it can't hurt to dream And these words do just that This is all a dream A hope filled, desire painted dream. .Past. Entries.
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