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I'm surrounded by beauty Found in painted twigs And dressed up sticks. A branch is a branch, A trunk is a trunk. If you paint a branch, You'll run out of makeup. If you dress up a trunk, It won't fit. I'm tired of being a branch, Who wants so much to be a stick. I don't want to be a trunk; I don't want to be a branch. Why must I be surrounded By twigs and sticks? Everyone near and dear Is a stick or a twig. I dream of carving out my branch Until I become a stick. But I'm a weak branch, And I can't take much resistance. I'd break, and when a branch breaks It gets bigger and bigger. I don't want to be a branch; I don't want to be a trunk.

Remember he likes sunsets, And they distract him. He doesn't mean to cut you off, Or seem like he's not listening. Revel in the happy moments with him; They may turn sad soon enough. Remember what's important, And know when to let go. He likes to rest his head on your chest, And likes it when you stroke his hair. If he's feeling sick just let him rest, And don't worry too much. He has some nice spots Behind his ears And on his neck And on his chest. He likes to be complimented, And he'll try to make you blush. Remind him he's wonderful if you think so, And accept his compliments in a way I never could. Be aware you've gained something w

This thing I've gotten myself into, So pleasant yet so horrid; A simple thing for most (Even commonplace; Expected Especially of me). I hate to be close; I am insane. I am ill. I hurt And I hurt others. I am a malfunctioning creature, Made for certain things And yet I oppose them by my existence. I love too deeply, More than I can express. I am protective of what I love, Ridiculously so. It is a huge flaw; I am insane. It hurts me, I hurt others. I am flawed and insane. I am awful. I recognize the difference Between rational and ridiculous; Yet how am I to tell my heart Not to feel A certain way? I shouldn't let it affect me so; I should

Looking through photos, I feel so creepy. Older ones That hurt me deeply. Him and her; I don't wanna be sappy, But they looked So happy. I know how it ended; How it all fell apart How that girl Broke his heart. As I pursue, I have to think Whether I won't Only go to the brink. How could I expect To do the same? To match the joy Of the old flame? I already messed up; I think my chance is through. If so there's nothing I can do. He's better off Without me. It's something I Can clearly see. I wonder if he knows, Or if he's still fooled. I wonder if passion exists, Or if it cooled. The only voice I ever loved, The only one to soothe. But

I can't remember clearly When he wasn't repulsive to me. I don't hate him; Just the opposite. His smile was the sun When we stayed up all night. His voice was my lullaby On emotional, restless nights. His jokes were the warmth That caressed my heart And drove the chill from my bones And my soul. His acceptance was my comfort When I felt disgusting. His observation was my bane When I felt vulnerable. His hurt is my hate For myself. His kindness is salt Poured in wounds I created. I was his interest, His fragile, broken thing. His pet project to fix, And keep safe. I was the acceptance That insisted on his goodness. I was another blade us

It's hard When I want to run to you, And hear what you'd say Just the way you do. The way you sometimes mess up, And I laugh, but not unkindly. The way you'll be when you're old, Walking blindly. It's hard to explain The way you are so you. Your expressions and phrases; There's no one to compare to. It's hard to seek comfort, When I want to run to your arms, But I know they're not mine, Not immune to her charms. It's hard to be near you, When I know she's always higher on your list. Seeing her digs the knife in, And adds a little twist. It's hard to know I'm not even mad. Not at her or you; Just a little sad. It's sad to know That I'll