I'm guilty because I make her unhappy
I'm guilty because my words make her cry
I'm guilty because I'm not the person she wants me to be
                 Which she says is myself
I'm guilty because I love her too much and yet I don't love her enough
I'm guilty because I've wanted her
I'm guilty because I don't want her enough for any romantic or sexual ( Read more... )

I care about so many people I don’t know, people who I’ve never seen before

When I was a child, my mommy would watch the news

When I didn’t feel like playing, I would climb onto her lap and wonder why this bald guy and that blonde lady next to him mattered so much

They didn’t make me cry

But then children got kidnapped, men got shot, fear was rampant ( Read more... )

I don't think I am ready to fly.
Perhaps my wings are a bit defective, perhaps I'm afraid I'll get lost in a strong wind.
But I'm going to flap them and try.
For her. For you.

I wanted to go to senior magazine this afternoon, but felt that if I went there, I would get yelled at. I wasn't in a mood for people to yell at me so I went to Poetry like a good little girl...and the class basically sucked. Nicholas and Karlisha got hella mad at me and whined to Ms. Kuzmic about how I was making "smart remarks." Maybe everything ( Read more... )