UselessRomantic

I’ve missed you so much. You say, as warmly as one could muster, holding me close in the middle of a supermarket. I live for that squeeze you do. Sometimes, I wish I could be with you. But it’s a little bit weird. You’re not what I want at all, and you don’t look out for me like I’d expect you to. Your hugs are so warm and lovely, and every so often I want them to last forever. But I suppose I’ve never communicated that. I’m thinking of you. You say, as warmly as one can type, and immediately I’m happy. Thanks for making my morning. Sometimes, I feel that familiar green feeling with you. Espe

I saw you today, In the arms of another. So many others. I promise I'll stay, Till my other finds me. I promise you still. Please do not hate, What's already gone. You had your chance, You are not my one.

I’ve missed you so much. You say, as warmly as one could muster, holding me close in the middle of a supermarket. I live for that squeeze you do. Sometimes, I wish I could be with you. But it’s a little bit weird. You’re not what I want at all, and you don’t look out for me like I’d expect you to. Your hugs are so warm and lovely, and every so often I want them to last forever. But I suppose I’ve never communicated that. I’m thinking of you. You say, as warmly as one can type, and immediately I’m happy. Thanks for making my morning. Sometimes, I feel that familiar green feeling with you. Espe

You're a vile beast. You shout at the boy. It's my fault you see. I challenge you till you back down. I'll push you off a cliff. I'll maim you and hurt you. Do not shout. One day, I will get you. Do. Not. Shout.

The hot water streamed down my body, covering almost every surface in the bathroom with a cloudy silver film. I turn my head to the side, and tilt it back, allowing the water to course over my hair and down my back. Warming me, but not my heart. My heart remained frozen, unable to get over the events of late. It is truly delicate, and can be left broken, after the most unnoticeable and simplest of actions. I always have so much time to think, in situations like these, about the time that passes between them. No one interrupts me, no one tells me how to go about dealing with these problems of mine. No one to share them with; a problem shared i

I’ve missed you so much. You say, as warmly as one could muster, holding me close in the middle of a supermarket. I live for that squeeze you do. Sometimes, I wish I could be with you. But it’s a little bit weird. You’re not what I want at all, and you don’t look out for me like I’d expect you to. Your hugs are so warm and lovely, and every so often I want them to last forever. But I suppose I’ve never communicated that. I’m thinking of you. You say, as warmly as one can type, and immediately I’m happy. Thanks for making my morning. Sometimes, I feel that familiar green feeling with you. Espe

I’ve missed you so much. You say, as warmly as one could muster, holding me close in the middle of a supermarket. I live for that squeeze you do. Sometimes, I wish I could be with you. But it’s a little bit weird. You’re not what I want at all, and you don’t look out for me like I’d expect you to. Your hugs are so warm and lovely, and every so often I want them to last forever. But I suppose I’ve never communicated that. I’m thinking of you. You say, as warmly as one can type, and immediately I’m happy. Thanks for making my morning. Sometimes, I feel that familiar green feeling with you. Espe

              I play bass,              And you play cello.              You talk sweet,              And I stay mellow.   Something telling me, that we could be mine.              If you can live with the fact,              that I'm only in your mind,              And try as you might,              you'll always be behind.        Then I think, it could work out fine.

Light pours into the bedroom, through the green curtains and glass windows. The walls are purple, once green, repainted in such a way as to block out the past. His books are still there, his press, his bulldog who stands patiently waiting for his master. They are all there. A girl enters, a smaller, fairer haired child in step. They climb onto the bed, smiling. The girl lies down, talking softly to the little boy. She suggests something, a story, a book. He agrees, and watches as she goes to the shelf and moves the press – revealing a book with a silver flower cover. She brings it over to the boy, and the start to look through it. The gi

I’ve missed you so much. You say, as warmly as one could muster, holding me close in the middle of a supermarket. I live for that squeeze you do. Sometimes, I wish I could be with you. But it’s a little bit weird. You’re not what I want at all, and you don’t look out for me like I’d expect you to. Your hugs are so warm and lovely, and every so often I want them to last forever. But I suppose I’ve never communicated that. I’m thinking of you. You say, as warmly as one can type, and immediately I’m happy. Thanks for making my morning. Sometimes, I feel that familiar green feeling with you. Espe

I had never encountered anyone like Johanna in my life. It was evening, and the sun was low in the sky casting its rays out lazily into the garden I found myself standing in. I didn't come here by chance; it wasn't by fortune or by luck. I came here because I was invited. Exactly like the fifty or so other strangers I see around me. Invited by Cassidy. Cassidy was rich, and unimpressive in many ways, besides the fact she could pay bills and have money left over for wine and cigarettes. That was all that put her above everybody else here. We all could have amazing talents, speak a thousand languages or play a whole orchestra of instruments, b

I'm in too deep, that's what I've found. I'm thinking of you, when you're not around. I love your blue eyes, your greying hair too, Not one physical feature I'd change about you. God, you look good in your jeans and your plaid, Boy, you look good and I need to be had. Sir, you look nice with your crooked smile, I love being with you, though I might not in a while. Do you feel the same way I do about you? Do you look at me and your heart feels anew? I know that in looks and experience I lack, But my mind has been running, now it's on the right track. I'm listening to music that reminds me of you, Just after the hour that we spent, almost