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I was looking through some of my notebooks from school. I found some of my poems and stories.

I use to be able to write constantly. Then I reached a writer's block. It has never fully lifted. I haven't written much of anything in a long while.

This one that I am about to type up has no title. It was originally written without the responses, but I added the responses later because I was hiding from myself and others, something I do often. It was an un-delivered plea to the one I was with then. Was being the operative word.

Anyway. Here is one for the non-existant audience that views my blog. Note - The white is written in purple in reality, but my background is purple so that doesn't work so well.


Feeble promises
With an empty, broken heart.
Supposed puppy dog kisses.
"I love you" --- "I love you too"

We all know
The stories, promises, rehearsed lines.
We all love
The -- idea.

Open, warm embraces
Gentle kisses
Where are they?!
Why don't I have them?!

They belong to another.

WHERE is your love for ME?!
WHERE did it go?!

It was never there.

Maybe it was--is my fault?...
I didn't love you right?...

Maybe it is my fault...
With my quiet confessions?
My ....mental--upsets?
My ...unsettled nature?

That is one way of putting it...

But...why?
Why can't you love me for me?
I love you for you.
With your beast-like tendencies...
I love you...

Because I can't.

You can't love me...
You...
Can't...
Love me...

No.

WHY?!
Why can't you love me for me?!
Hold me?!
Love me?!
KISS ME WITH THOSE LIPS LIKE ROSE PETALS?!

And make it all right...
Make it right for me...

Because I AM you.