

Anon. It scares me how well I get on with you.Anon. by ~ef-barber
I hope you're ok.
I'm really genuinely looking forward to seeing you in January.
I think I'm making myself miserable for the sake of it,
and I'm sorry that I feel as if you're the person I need to tell this to.
It scares me how you know something's wrong, just from my syntax,
and how you're always interested in what I have to say, even if it's not interesting,
and how you care too much, especially when nothing's wrong.
I wish that you didn't, because it makes things really complicated.
I hope you're ok and not starving and something close to happy.
I think you're a really, really good per


MORE I want more.MORE by ~2pinksink
Its one desire,
So common, so corrupt.
Almost always condemning.
More,
Its what we all want.
And were told
reach for the stars!
But what about those,
The ones that just cant reach.
Its what they want more than anything,
But their condemned.
Just ordinary.
Still, I want more.
I want more than this life,
I want more than pettiness of society.
I want more.
And I want the world to see me,
Who I am.
I want to be,
Any thing but ordinary.
But, what if,
What if Im one of those.
Condemned.
Stars always out of reach,
Always thinking about,
What might have been