SECRET #12 - I talked louder and laughed harder, just to get you to look my way.
Mental. - What I Am.
I am a thinker, I think way too much about the littlest things. I love pointless conversations. I'm shy. I can be rude, and vain. If you hurt me, I wont do anything about it. But if you hurt someone I love, I'll make you regret it. Something I really want more then anything else in the world is to feel like I'm worth something, and to know what it feels like to be loved. I love my friends to death. The littlest things fascinate me, they make me happy. I wish i was still five, the world didn't seem so complicated then. I talk just for the hope that someone hears me this time. I people watch for pleasure. I panic for the heart race. I always count leaves on clovers - just in case I get lucky. I'm a friend for the companionship, I'm a lover for the slight chance, that maybe this time. I wont get hurt. Give me one good reason to breathe, and I will. But right now - I see none. I've found that I'm becoming an epitome of imperfection. I'm stupid. End of discussion. I'm too sensitive, and think too much. Sometimes, I like to pretend I'm someone I'm not. Sometimes.. I attempt to accept myself for who I am. I frustrate myself, more often then not - I find myself dreaming of the person I'd like to be.

Bring This Out Of Me;
make it naked, let me know these thoughts, these sounds make everything else fall. nothing stands when we stare, when we touch. your skin is so perfect - so secret. i have to taste you, i need it. Eyes like an angel. spell me out with your eyes - you do, you can. I am so a slave to your eyes and your name. Occupy my mind. make me scream so silently. your lips make me sweat. so soft, so perfect, so familiar. words crumble when you all but blink your eyes - so strong, so bright, so hopeful. you make me want to kneel constantly when you speak. so bare, so naked, so simple. have me - as much or as little as you feel. i would give you the entire English language over and over - if you would let me. if you would all but lend me your time, lend me your eyes, so perfect. I was looking at you. I always will. you are my angel. Love me.

My most beautiful misconception.
i dream of a rose born with more thorns then beauty. But with such innocent, such sincere, such beautiful - a fragrance. Making worth my blood red hand to hold it tight.