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April's Poems!!! Read or die bitches.

I wanna be where you are. I wanna stand in your shadow. It doesn't matter how far. Late night, climbing out my window. For your love, I'd give anything. Playing hide-and-go-seek with love. Hiding behind insecurities thinking that love could never find me. You touched me with hazel eyes before I could reach the base. I fell into your arms like a basket-case. Your lips slid across mine like linolium floors. Sticky. Marbrolo Red shorts. There are hurricanes in Flordia, you know. Youre always my favorite no matter how far. I'm always thinking of you no matter how far.

I swear there were about three seconds in between conversation when you just stopped talking so you could look into my eyes. So we could look into each others eyes. Oh, i hope this is true. I've been trapped in a box for such a long time. Are you going to let me out? Please say you will. I've been with such dismay and hunger. Hungry for confidence. Starving for campanionship. Craving the warmth of the opposite sex but more so I've been dying for your love. If you asked me for mine, there would be no arguing, no second guesses. And there would be no doubts. Just one simple worded answer "Yes."

Tell me what's in store so I know I'm not wasting my life away. I can't write anything better than this. I can't think of anything worth giving to you. I am mediocre. Nothing less, nothing more. Nothing better, nothing worse. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm not sure. I'll melt in with your viens; something hot like magma, something horrible like a disease. Tell me what's in store so I know I'm not waiting around forever. Offer me something usefull. Something I can toss around, something that will remind me of you. Give me a future with your ambuguity, with your sensitivity, with your past, with your future. And in return, I'll describe what your eyes look like under the stars. I'll give you memories that will last forever. I'll give you love with no doubts.

[side note: i like this poem but i just realized that its a total contridiction even though i love who i wrote it about]

I don't think you like me very much but you don't really know me. I don't think you'll give me a chance but you don't really know me. I know the situation is akward but I wouldn't have done this without reason. I just don't know what the reason is yet. Sure, you're cute but there has to be more to you. I wonder what she would think if she knew my intentions. I wonder what you would think. My plan isn't to steal you away from anyone. I don't even have a plan. All I want is for you to to be apart of my life. Besides, if I had a plan, everything would be intentional and everything should happen by itself. I don't want to scare you away, I want to scare you close. Please stay with me. I hope you're worth it. I hope you're worth getting to know. I hope the akwardness is worth it. I hope we become friends. I hope I can have an impact or atleast leave an imprint in your life someway, somehow. I hope we can get to know each other over time. But what I really hope is that I can hold you atleast once this year. Please tell me I can have a wish list.

I find a change in the dark currents on this cold hearted day. I walk in some muddy puddle. I just happen to see my reflection. I stare for a couple seconds, give a frown and keep walking. If I occluded my life with just you, would you offer me a hand shake? If I confessed my love towrds you, would you smile and walk away? If I were to hand myself over, would you just stare is disbelief? Walking again, I find myself under a tall palm tree. You're accross the street smoking a cigarette and inside my head I can see myself staring at your expression when I tell you I hate you.

Nothing more than "Hello". Nothing more than "See ya tomorrow". I wish I wasn't so intimidated. During school, it makes me so frustrated. You're still "seeing" about this weekend while I'm playing tennis with your sister. I'm hoping you say yes. I'm hoping your sister doesn't know anything. It's a good thing I'm superwoman. My heart beats a little bit faster when you walk by me, I've noticed. It's something sweet like a tumor or hurtful like a tsunami. But your name is Tsunami. My name is Earthquake. Your name is Hurricane. My name is terrorism. Together, were a natural diaster. If only it wasn't so akward. White looks so good on you.