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My pain is self-inflicted, but it hurts to know that I can't fix things by myself. I need somebody else to break my curse before the damage done becomes much worse than I can handle.  Trapped inside this shell, my pain is self-inflicted, but it hurts. I write my feelings down in angsty verse: hyperbole of self-created hell. I need somebody else to break my curse of unrequited love.  I'll be the first one to admit that it's my fault I fell; my pain is self-inflicted.  Now it hurts to have this strong unsatiated thirst; but on my own I cannot end this spell-- somebody else will need to break my curse. My friends became involved t

My love refused to go away; I want to say things are alright, But I have lost a friend today. I tried to keep my love at bay, To sit back, keeping dreams in sight-- My love refused.  To be away From you is Hell--to my dismay, Although I thought we'd win this fight, I know I've lost.  A friend today But not tomorrow--every day Reminds me that I'm so contrite. My love refused to go away And everything is not okay. I find I'm in a rueful plight, For I have lost a friend today. There's nothing more for me to say, I know that I screwed up last night: My love refused to go away, And so I lost a friend today.

'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the store there was no time for rest; there were customers galore. Decorations were hung by the entrance with pride as the powers that be welcomed spenders inside. The customer service desk was way too busy-- I heard so many stories that made me feel dizzy, like the woman whose husband bought crimson, not red; and the man who had lost his receipt (so he said). When from the back room there arose such a clatter I left all the drama to see what was the matter. Away through the aisles I flew like a hawk when a sudden "'Scuse me, sir" brought me to a halt. We were in Electronics--this w

I live in a world With no ground beneath my feet And no air to breathe.

Farewell Goodbye, my love.  I wish that you would stay, but you have made it clear that, yesterday, I made the last of dozens of mistakes; and though I have apologized, you say that it's too late--and so you choose to break up our relationship.  I hope you take care of yourself, for though our knot is frayed, I must believe our love has not been fake.   I pray you care enough about yourself to happily move on--and while you do I'll sit alone in self-created Hell, smiling only when I think of you.   Though our engagement might have met its end, I'm still in love with you, my best of friends. Acceptance I thought myse

A man upon a bed, expressionless; a pale-faced woman, visibly distressed. These are the only witnesses to the-- to the whatever happened here.  Her keys in hand, she leaves him in the room alone and pauses briefly to unplug the phone mid-ring.  She cannot talk to anyone for fear of guilt revealing what she's done. So with a cup of tea she sits to think of all the ways the cops might find a link between the murder, victim, and herself, and as she thinks, her eyes fall on the shelf that holds the empty space from which she took the poison, and remembers how it worked: One teaspoon in his coffee--stir it well to hide the taste, th

You think you know the pain of loss of love, but pain, my dear, you've never truly felt until you've lost not merely love but life. For death is not the end for everyone but rather the beginning.                                     Would you die? Forget the life you have and leave it all behind in favor of existence in my world?  A world of darkness, blood, and gore; of power, strength, and necessary death is not a place accepting of the weak and is not even easy for the strong. You think you can handle it?  You think you're strong enough of will to have a life that isn't really life?                             Undeath, I've

The Food of Love     When I was a kid my mom gave me a video that she expected would keep me occupied while she was doing housework.  It was one of those kid's shows that was full of songs and activities, with a scary-looking clown as the main character to provide comic relief.  It included about a thousand different things you could do with masking tape or cardboard boxes, several dozen renditions of "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider," and my personal favorite:  a way to make music using only a wooden spoon or two and a collection of plastic bowls.     Unfortunately for my mom, the plan backfired.  Not only was I constantly in her way to show her t

Dependence Day     Chase and I were dating for two months before school let out for the summer, and though we weren't already hanging out in the same place every day, we used the lack of school as an excuse to see each other for longer periods at a time.  The third week of June, right after finals, was hell for both of us--Chase and his family went up to Washington for six days to visit his grandparents--but we somehow made it through and spent almost the entire next week together.     The Fourth of July came far too soon (time flies when you're enjoying yourself), but I welcomed it in eager anticipation of Ky's annual neighborhood block

Dinner and a Movie     I was tingling all Friday night, waiting in eager anticipation for my first date with Chase on Saturday.  He was a junior with his own car, so we didn't have to rely on our parents for a ride to wherever we would be going.  We had decided that we'd do dinner and a movie, and have a very laid-back evening.  Both of us were extremely casual about it, which surprised me.  It was like we had been expecting this thing for a while, and finally made it official.  Which was sort of true; at least, I'd been interested in him for a while and I think he felt the same way about me.     But at the same time, I didn't know how to