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She introduced me to you.
I was attracted to you.
You mousey brown hair, big brown eyes and cute smile.
We became instant friends.
I saw you everyday at school.
We even had one of two classes together.
We spent our Friday nights together.
The only day I did not see you was Sunday.
Problem was you liked someone else.
I could deal with that.
I was happy just being friends with you.
We talked on the phone and everyday at school.
Even though you liked someone else I felt you were mine.
I wanted to protect you.
I fought for you.
That summer at the beach I got brave.
I finally told you how I felt.
You smiled and looked at me with thoes beautiful brown eyes.
You did not feel the same but we would still be friends.
I was just glad we were going to go to the same high school.
Then you told me you were leaving.
You said I could see you before you left.
I never got the call.
I was heartbroken.
Later I got a letter in the mail.
It was from you.
You said you were sorry you did not see me before you left.
You said you would still write me.
Turns out we would have had a class together.
You should have seen the teacher.
I laughed everytime the teacher called roll.
For the whole year he called your name and you never showed!
I saw you again for the last time two years later.
Never got answers to my letters.
The letters never came back so I assume you or someone got them.
It has been over ten years since I met you.
I still think about you.
I have tried to find you but my search has been in vain.
My only hope is that someday you will read this.
The last I heard you were in Florida and you were going to move to Pennslyvania.
I was attracted to you.
You mousey brown hair, big brown eyes and cute smile.
We became instant friends.
I saw you everyday at school.
We even had one of two classes together.
We spent our Friday nights together.
The only day I did not see you was Sunday.
Problem was you liked someone else.
I could deal with that.
I was happy just being friends with you.
We talked on the phone and everyday at school.
Even though you liked someone else I felt you were mine.
I wanted to protect you.
I fought for you.
That summer at the beach I got brave.
I finally told you how I felt.
You smiled and looked at me with thoes beautiful brown eyes.
You did not feel the same but we would still be friends.
I was just glad we were going to go to the same high school.
Then you told me you were leaving.
You said I could see you before you left.
I never got the call.
I was heartbroken.
Later I got a letter in the mail.
It was from you.
You said you were sorry you did not see me before you left.
You said you would still write me.
Turns out we would have had a class together.
You should have seen the teacher.
I laughed everytime the teacher called roll.
For the whole year he called your name and you never showed!
I saw you again for the last time two years later.
Never got answers to my letters.
The letters never came back so I assume you or someone got them.
It has been over ten years since I met you.
I still think about you.
I have tried to find you but my search has been in vain.
My only hope is that someday you will read this.
The last I heard you were in Florida and you were going to move to Pennslyvania.
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The one I'm supposed to be
I'm supposed to be a girl,
A girl supposed to be by my heart and my soul,
But my body doesn't represent me,
My body isn't me.
I'm supposed to be a guy,
A guy supposed by my family and society,
Supposed to live happily in a body that's not mine.
I'm not a guy.
Will they understand?
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why cant you accept me
Why cant you just accept me the way I am? Im not the horrible teenager you make me feel sometimes. I dont do drugs, I dont drink, I dont sneak out, and in fact I barely go out at all. So Im not the best student but I try the best I can. I am who I am and I am sorry you cant accept that.
Why cant you accept me the way I am? My relationships may not be considered normal but they make me happy. I am sorry you hardly accept me as bisexual. You say youre okay with it but deep down I know youre not. Actions speak louder than words. You wont let me tell my own fam
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This Could Be Everything
If I were honest,
I'd tell you that I would never take
More than you were willing to give. Even though every
Part of me craved what you weren't willing to offer.
I'd tell you that sometimes,
I get this overwhelming urge to bite down on your lips
Hard enough to draw blood so I can show you
What heartache feels like at three o'clock in the morning.
I'd tell you how jealous I am
That you can count on both hands the number of people
That love you, while I'm still trying to learn
How to love myself.
I'd tell you that most days
I can't handle waking up in pieces
When it seems you've got yourself so together.
I'd tell you that I love
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I was thinking about an old story I wrote as I was driving home today wondering if it was possible to edit the story so I could post it on DA without destorying the story. Thinking about that made me remeber an old friend and this came to me on the drive home.
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This poem made me heart broken, very well written. Im so sorry about her,