* True

A lover true,

not a word he does not follow.

Dare miss my sweet joke

yet by lovers stroke is mind.

I see him all the time. I have class with him but we don't talk like we use to. I use to ask him about is life and would be happy to tell. He doing to be a video games programmer. He smart enough for it. He get A's and B's where I get C's and D's. Always shock my friend when I tell them that because I have an I.Q. of 111. They think I don't work hard or I am really not that smart. My friend suck! More reason my this guy so cool. He cures not only about me but every. He want to help people. He want to do a good job and I love that.

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A new year and a new time to dream what is not and to cry about what is. I am still hopelessly in love with someone. Someone that I am sure may never love me back. He is just so cute, this guy. Tall, strong, and smart (even if he doesn't know it.) I would do anything just to hangout with him but I am just such a big pussy. I'm not sure that I'm ready to take that step with a guy but I know this is the guy I would want to if I tried.

Other updates, even those I have told my friends repeatedly I am bi. They still question it daily. What is there to question? Maybe I need better friends or more proof. I could french kiss everyone my school's "shoe hallway." Which would be change to "running like hell-way" by the end of the day but people would know I was bi and / or creepy. It was just a thought.

* I miss you

I miss you.

You away from the eyes.

I need you away from the eye.

Your stone in front of them.

Cold, gray, and formed

In front of them.

But I get stoned over for you.

I lose sleep for you

I eye you.

I miss you.