Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That's right.
I WANT HIM. I DO. GOT IT.
I've Touched a dick :D But I haven't sucked one. I don't give Blowjobs sorry.
You know I've noticed changes in my eyes. Like, from time to time I would look at my eyes. I noticed how they've. Gotten shinier. I remember when my eyes looked so dark almost nothing was lit. But then, my eyes, I can see all the memories and I can see my reflection in them now. It's. Weird.
I remember when I looked at his eyes. They looked so.. hurt. So dark, so lost. So, I wondered to myself, how.. did they end up that way. That I looked at his eyes and I couldn't find the reasons for the darkness, for the dimness in them. I still do wonder. What happened to him, to make his eyes so hurt and disturbed. The memories that I not know of, and that he had kept track of everyday. I couldn't see into it. Even though I wished for it.
I touch guys hair because secretly I love the texture and want to touch it forever.
I hug guys because I want to feel loved and connect with them.
I poke guys for fun and to smile myself and make them smile.
I smile at guys because they make me feel like I matter.
I grab a guys arm, so I can show them what I have to offer.
I laugh at guys because they still make me happy.
I hit guys to show them that they've hurt me a little inside.
I cuddle next to certain guys hearts, to feel their heartbeat like a lullaby that comforts me.
I hold certain guys hands. To help them find themselves to be happy with me.
I look into certain guys eyes. To find the hidden truth they keep to themselves.
I kiss certain guys. To feel like they love and care for me.
I love certain guys. Because they've showed me that I'm important to them.
I put certain guys in front of myself. Because I care about them, more then I'll ever care about myself.
I've cut myself for certain guys. To show them that I blame myself for everything that has happened to them.
Honestly. I love Guys. No one can stop me. I just honestly wish, they would love me back.
Haha..
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