Does anyone still check this? On the offchance that someone does, here's some new pieces straight from the sufferings of a college freshman.
My mind is jumbled with inexperience,
Feeling as though
My brain's been rewired to send
Impulses to my hands,
The ends of my fingertips,
Instead of to my mouth
Now left gaping wide, speechless.
My fingers are swift and strong,
But who could guess when all attention rests
On lips, slack with misuse.
I have a tendency to fall in love with boys I don't know.
I like to think he's my ideal. I like to think I might know what he's like, what he would like, and that he might like me. And I like to think instead of act because my daydreams are always (without fail) better than reality.
And I like to imagine I don't need dialogue or human contact to feel happy with this situation, but the wind outside is cold and daydreams don't give off warmth.
It's on cold days like these I wish he was exactly as I've imagined. It's on rainy days like this I wish he really knew me.
I've always wanted someone to hold me in the pouring rain, to kiss me in the pouring rain. So why not him?
Because he doesn't really exist. At least, not as I imagine him
Far from the constant noise,
Even a sigh won't escape attention.
I'll wait with baited breath
For your next;
Each inhale and exhale will dictate
The beating of my own heart-
(I don't breathe without you).
I'd lose my ability for speech
Without your voice to prompt response.
Without you, I am nothing.
But with you, I'm not much more
Than an extension of your soul-
(I don't know me without you).
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