OlvidarI had managed to forget.Ignore all that had happened.Forgotten the details.Olvidar.Pero, you reminded me.Unintentionally, I suppose.Or maybe it was intentional?Olvidar.It was simple.I moved on, forgot, buried everything.And somehow your words wouldn't allow meOlvidar.
Our Little SecretIt's our little secretShared with flashed smilesAnd daring touchWe hide it from the worldWho'd hate our loveSo we tiptoe around the normTo find normalcy of some formTake my hand...Hold it tightHold me as I cry through the nightFor usFor you and me, how can't you seeThat the world will never let us beWrite your name under mineWith a heart in betweenHide it away 'cause no one can seeNo one can know what we meanI'll whisper the wordsIn your earAnd hope you hearBecause I mean every oneIt's our little secretBut I promise I mean itI'll say it againAnd mean itI love you.
You're Not Leaving"You're not leaving." I whisperWith the sting from the nipYou gave to my lipSlowly fading way too fast."Never." You say, without a trace of sarcasmBut a touch of wistfulness."Never." I repeat, leaning inAnd sealing itWith a kiss.
My Name.My name is from my mother. I try to defy all she's given me, but you can't lose a name.It's a mark she's made that can't go away. I hear people say it and cringe. It's too much of her. It's her name, not mine.I can't even say it right. I can't make the vowels and consonants come out to form my title. It looks better on paper.I hate it when she says my name, like she owns me. It's usually when I've done something wrong, or she wants something. My name's like a leash, something to yank me by. Always there. But as much as I tug, I can't slip it off.It trails behind me, a shadow I can't shake off. Always the first thing people want to know. My name, not who I am.It sticks out like a sore thumb. I'm the only girl in my school with my name. If anyone else has it, it's a boy. But it's not the gender that matters.What is is when teachers will degradingly call it out. There it is, her name, her scar on me, her label, and I'm to respond to it.
A Worthy QuestionIt's a questionA simple questionI can only ask a time or two.Am I worth it,Am I worth it,Am I worth it, to you?I'm done fightingI'm done lyingI'm done hidingWho I am, from you.I know it's hardI know it's toughI know it's roughTo deal with me.But I ask you,Can I ask you,Am I worth it,to you?
The Real You.He fell in love with the real youNot knowing a partWould always be chasingAfter everyone else's dreams.So he sits thereUsing a blank stareTo cover up the disappointmentIn his eyes.And you're so busyRunning after the worldThat you can't even noticeHis hurtI can't even get used toSomeone you're trying to beYet somehow I have to,Or there's just no youUnless...you'd care.
Time Until You.It's like everybody, everything else is just to pass the time. I love the way I can make you blush. How the world gets to know you're mine.Time until you. You're always on my mind. How you *are* mine now. How we fit. You can handle me. Handle them. Like me.I swear I'm addicted. I've got to be on something. That you seem to need me like I need you. You'll be a nerd with me. Defend me.I'm smiling too much. I don't feel right without you. How you'll lead or you'll follow. You argue just when you should. Reassure me.All I want is you. It's like nothing else matters. Does it? You do what you know will make me happy. And are happy then. Enlighten me.Is this wrong? It probably should be. Tell me you feel it too. How sexy *you* will let *me* shine. The way you tease me. The way you hold me.No you is torture. Cr
Were.Were.Because they are no more.Yet their names,Their horrors,Their glory,And our freedom,live on.
MistakesI've made more than I care to admit.Mistakes.They haunt me at night, tear at my clothes, my skin.Mistakes.They burn my throat raw with lies to cover theMistakes.I can't run from them, they follow, they make me bleed.Mistakes.They burn, they sting, they make me scream.Mistakes.The main reason I'll never be satisfied.I never outrun theMistakes.