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In Love with your Best Friend

Being in love with your best friend isn't a bad thing,
but it's not good either.
It's the love you become most familar with,
it's also the love that hurts the most.
Gay, bi, straight, it all doesn't matter,
but there should be a fourth sexuality
'cuz your best friend is a different gender entirely.
Gotta be with them all the time.
Gotta hang out with them day and night.
You look at them with love in your eyes,
and you get a friend in return.
You go out of your way to impress them,
and you get a friend in return.
This may all sound like an ordinary crush,
but it's not.
It's your best friend,
so keep this in mind while asking th

dear best friend.there is something so beautiful about you. i think thats why i love you.
you give me something to think about, to laugh about, to cry about, to rant about. you let me know that i'm actually living and i have a reason to be smiling at all the silly things i do.

you piss me off. you irritate me to no end. you are so god damn self centered and so arrogant and so god damn adorable i can't begin to tell you how many times i would pull down the stars just to see you smile or to get a god damn kiss or hug.

dear best friend,
please don't leave. ever.

sincerley,
a very devoted me.

Glasses You Never Wearas you run your fingertips over my arms you tell me that i'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen.
(yet you have glasses that you never wear.)

when i softly trace the outline of your lips you say that my touch is the best thing you've ever felt.
(yet you could touch a red coal and you wouldn't speak of the sensation it brings.)

as you kiss my left ring finger you whisper how much you want me forever and how you couldn't live if I went away.
(yet i know you fidget after sitting in the same place for more than a minute.)

when the time comes for you to kiss my hand and leave me for a while once again you tell me how the pain of s

Meanings of Meetings: Part 1 I first met her in my therapist’s waiting room, but I usually didn’t sit down in the waiting room, but then again my therapist never really had someone stay over time; leaving me to wait. I was in the mood to spill my guts, since of course, like always, school was horrible and soccer practice wasn’t any better. Walking out of the office finally, I saw the most beautiful girl crying, she was a little bit shorter than me with short hair for a girl and light blue eyes. She groans slightly and looks up to see me staring and we both blush at the same time. “Hey,” She paused for a moment to wipe her eyes, a bit of eyeliner

absence of colour.he sees in black and white, but mostly black.

black comes around when he squeezes his eyes shut, when he doesn't want to know what's going
on around him, when he wants to be alone. black overtakes him so often, and he tries to conjure
up images of rainbows and smiles, but everything's still black, black, black. his eyes flicker left and
right, but they're empty and they don't see anything. he stays at home so often, unwilling to step
out into the world, not knowing if it's morning or night, if he's worthy to be out there. sometimes
he curls up tight in bed and cries, hot tears leaking out from the corners of his eyes and blending

NothingYou stretched, half clad in the sheets of our bed, and an involuntary gasp left your lips in a soft, gentle breath.

I watched in silent torment as I fought to tear my gaze away from the tantalizing shape of your body, pulling me in, lulling me to come closer. And as you opened sleepy eyes, staring into the eighth hour of my thoughtful company, your lips tugged into a drowsy smile.

"I'm tired." you said. Lazy words went with lazy fingers, fluttering over the bedspread in search for mine.

A smirk appeared on my face when I felt the soft collision of your fingers into my palm. "I can tell." I said.

We were whispering because everyone else wa

More than my best friend

You were with me from the very start

And you were my very first true friend

You helped me open up

And made me not afraid of smiling

You made me laugh

When the tears wouldn’t cease

We grew older

And as we grew, we grew closer and closer

You told me that love was real

When I started to believe that no one would love me

You proved to me that I’m more than what people say

And that those people who teased and made fun of me were wrong

You’ve been with me from the very beginning

And I’m glad that we grew closer to one another

To some, you’re just a friend

But to me, you’re far more than that

You aren

For My Best Friend - kuroi-...Your touch I crave,
But cannot obtain,
But you’re still here,
So I cannot complain.

I “accidentally”
Brush my hand across yours.
All of my love
Through my touch I outpour,
Hoping you will notice.

But then again,
I hope you don’t.
Somehow, I just know you won’t
Return this love I have for you.

A Best Friend's LoveYou're hurt,
I can see that.
You're crying,
I can hear that.
You're in pain,
I can feel that.
You think your heart's broken,
When really it's not.
He may have left you,
But I have not.
He may have loved you,
As you love him.
But this is the present,
And that was the past.
This is now.
That was then.
I'm here for you now
Like I've always been.
Wiping your tears,
Holding you close,
Thinking that you're the one I love most.
Just let go,
And forget
All the pain
And the suffering
That was caused because of him.
I'll help and support you through love's unfair battles,
Help you learn that love never lasts.
It burns out

MistakeSeeing your face makes me
want to stomp on my heart
becuase I know you exist
and I tore us apart.

It wasn't that long ago
when I called you my friend.
I made a mistake that
saying sorry can't mend.

Deep down inside,
the pain is so terrible
and the more I miss you,
the more it becomes unbearable.

I know I might sound crazy
to want you back in my life
after a glance at one photograph
and this battle of silent strife.

I learned a lot from you
in the short time we were close,
but it seems as if that knowledge is lost,
just like a body in repose.

Sorry isn't enough and because of that
I wish I could mend this.
I want to creat

MutilationBlood dripping from my wrists,
Coloring closed fists.
I let it bleed away
Until I see your pretty face.
And it all comes back,
I put up my mask,
Put on a show.
So they can let their worries go.

I carve the flesh
In hopes to forget.
I go to sleep
To find restless rest
In my morbid nest.
If push comes to shove
I'll tell the truth
Using the words you used
Or lack there of.

I burn the pain away,
Thinking of stupid things to say.
I'll blame it on laughs cracked
And immature acts.
I'll get laughs in return
While inside I still burn.
And memories of you
Still lay astrew.

Loneliness-Looking at the gray sky,
Often I sit alone.
No one to talk to
Even when I ask them to.
Life is like a dark room to me.
I feel worthless and empty inside.
No one is there for me
Even when I\'m feeling down.
Seeing all this in me makes me realize that
So lonely am I.

Definition of LonelinessLoneliness - the state of being alone in solitary isolation.

That's the definition, according to the web.
What they neglect to cover, is that you can feel this state of being alone, even when you're not.

Loneliness - Being in a social situation, but not having anyone to trust, or talk to.

Loneliness - Having friends, family and lovers that seem to care for you and love you, yet something in your gut keeps you from connecting with them on a deeper level.

Loneliness - The feeling you get after someone you gave everything to, whether it be friend or lover, leaves you.

Dictionaries should do more research.

Les FillesGolden silhouettes drowned in the sea of dusk
Her skin on my skin, quietly murdering virtue
When breath becomes animalistic
My love for her will perish
As hunger obscures the truth
Lips will quiver, control vanishes
I become yours, and you mine
We will never escape the raging desire
To bond still hearts
With hearts flowing like rivers, like blood
Gazes will meet,
And bodies will be fucked delicately by silence
There is no way out.

ask me to love.i.
"hey," you say one day, "sit with me,"
he gives you a smile and does just so.
when your hands find their way around the
back of his neck, thumbs skimming skin, he hums.

ii.
"hey," you say quietly, "breathe with me,"
he rests his forehead against yours,
noses brushing and lips on fire;
he closes his eyes and breathes.

iii.
"hey," you say hopefully, "live life with me,"
and he laughs, bright and clear.
running a finger down your cheek;
"silly, do you even need to ask?"

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For My Best Friend

by ~kuroi-nekochan, Jun 19, 2007, 7:25:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

Your touch I crave,
But cannot obtain,
But you’re still here,
So I cannot complain.

I “accidentally”
Brush my hand across yours.
All of my love
Through my touch I outpour,
Hoping you will notice.

But then again,
I hope you don’t.
Somehow, I just know you won’t
Return this love I have for you.

For My Best Friendby ~kuroi-nekochan

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

Hey, remember that day in first period, when we wrote those poems and read them aloud in class?

And I read this one?

You've probably figured it out by now, but this is about you. I think you know who you are.

I know you know that I love you, but you also know that I know my limits.

And I know that we'll always be unrequited.

But that's fine with me, as long as you're still my best friend.

Read me!

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Mood: Love

~Rikkulikescookies Apr 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's really touching... i feel so much in the same way

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~somesh-thapliyal Mar 2, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

These emotions... The flood my heart as i read this poem...
I can SO relate to this...

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Mood: Love

~startmirca Jun 12, 2012 Student Artist

This is how I feel right now

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~TheMistressOfAnime May 11, 2012

Story of my life...

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~Evealyn-Vinefrost Apr 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

=]

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!LarxieBoo Feb 20, 2012

i can relate in sooo many ways

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Mood: Lonely

~RosieReal41 Feb 15, 2012

Haha Im going through the same thing!

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Mood: Love

~MixtureOfCompounds Dec 10, 2011 Student Artist

that touch thing is sooooo typical, really loved it that you putted that in there!

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~Lustianaofthedark Dec 1, 2011

exactly how I feel about my best friend.Thank you.

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*GraphiteStrike Nov 21, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Story of my life....

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