My Love, My Lore

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To the valentine that I wish I had. To the feelings that we could have felt. To the hundred reasons why I'd never date, to you being the one exception I feel I could never grow to hate. To the beautiful girl, to the amazing smile - to the long lost giggle, that I feel has been misplaced.

With every growing day, I want to grow closer, the minutes that pass by, I try to seem playful. Words could barely express how much I hold back day to day from telling you the truth. But with no backbone, and a spine full of fear , expressing my want for you is more than I can bare.

Given what I was dealt, I have found no positive solution, to call you my own would merely be but a misplaced allocation. The fear of seeing you with someone else but me makes me grow sad, to not even know the truth, will only make me enrage.

This advent day when I pour my unrequited feelings for you. Would it be mocked? Or would it be chuckled in silence? A concept that I can not grasp, will shutter in silence for months to come.

Will the moment be nigh when I break all fears? To tell you how I feel, that's a champions true undoing. Becoming vulnerable once again, what I wouldn't give to call you my own.

Collab Writing #1

I was misconstrued with every word that dribbled out of my locked jaw, I was judged by every movement that I made, I twisted and I turned to break free of this lock, I was fighting myself - I was fighting what every person in the world has fought, with the exception of Ebenezer Scrooge, I was love struck, I was dumb founded, I was pierced by cupids arrow - and just in time for another fabricated holiday - here's to you girl of my dream - a dozen roses, a creepily written letter, and a box full of heart clogging chocolates. Love's a bitch, and leaves that undesirable itch.

Muffled Roar

There's definitely something that's incredibly unnerving about the thought of you. Your mere existence is vile, and makes my stomach turn. The fact that something such as yourself could ever cease to partake in my every day life baffles me. You are the guest that I serve.

Working as a waiter, a server, a bitch with no back - I've learned things about people, your true colors shine when you are put in a position of power - how you treat those that are considered "under neath" you. "

A dining experience is more than you've summed it up to be, You figured - "Hey, I'll just walk in, get a seat, eat my food and act like a complete imbecile to my waiter, stiff him/her and walk out of the restaurant with five more dollars in my pocket." Well you ought to know, guy who wears a polo-sweater, senor douche bag who want's extra this, extra that - guy who has absolute no respect for the person that handles your food, your drinks, you can talk down to me, you can shit on my day - but realize this. Who's really in the power seat? The guy that has your food and drink? Or you? The guy who pays for food at half a star restaurant and decided he was going to tip piss poor the minute he walked in the door.

So I say to you - Guy/Woman that we all hate - Think twice before you spit on us, you may be getting your just desserts.