betokid

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen your eyes so wide... I've never seen so many men screaming if you were alright, and looking for some signs of life... you never had a chance. And I've never seen that dress you're wearing, or the blood across your hair, over your eyes... I think I left you blind. The Lady in Red...is dying with me, cheek to cheek. Everyone's here... but it's just you and me. Why did it have to be? I hardly know...why we both have to die... At least I'll never forget...the way you looked tonight. I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight, I've never hea

Have you ever had a dream that you were so sure was real...?   ...How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world? She climbed into a bed surrounded by nothing, as if extracted from time and space. She wore...hmm, now that I think about it everything seemed a little out of focus except for her face. She said a lot of things, I answered many others, but don't ask me to recall a single word. She was so close to me, much closer than she ever was and than I ever thought that she would be. She smiled, I don't know how, and I don't remember moving it, but my hand wound up caressing her cheek. She sighed, an

The darkness has come. The coin has been flipped and has landed on pain and, as much as I want to flip it again, I just know that the answer will be the same. The face of happiness has been erased. The darkness has come. I\'ve spent too many days waiting for the nights. I\'ve spent too many nights trying to count the days until I could next feel your warm embrace and, while I waited, a sharp cold overtook my heart. The darkness has come. The light had been fading away and tonight the last spark just went out. To save a love that feeds off memories, not even the greatest efforts will suffice. The darkness has come. And now to s

It begins at your feet... A light touch over each of your toes, a slight touch as I slowly move up, begin to travel up the long rivers that are your legs, rivers that converge into a heavenly lake that must be ignored...for now. Over your waist, unraveling the secrets of your curves... Can't wait to get to your face, but must be patient and slowly swerve over your stomach, tracing circles over your bellybutton, making every nerve on your body stand on end as I caress your skin, so smooth, so soft, so right, so...beautiful. And I continue, taking the narrow path right down the middle, through the valley between the two hills standin

Two faces so near that our breaths collide... Two smiles that slowly fade but grow on the inside, as we stare into each other's eyes for the last time before our eyelids bring the passion of our souls into the night. Two strands of your hair that brush against my cheek... Two sets of lips that will soon coincide in bliss, as I feel the warmth of your everything approach mine until the world just goes away as our mouths become one... And we kiss. Two seconds of eternity when your lips are mine... Two lovers in pure ecstasy rebelling against time, fighting the universe, that the intensity of our kiss might last forever in our memori

Here's to midnight, paper due the next day, but seeing the guys next door with an N64 and deciding to play. Here's to a roommate that goes to bed at 4am and doesn't mind about 100 jokes about his mom a day. Here's to sharing a bathroom with 10 other guys and having evrything smell like shit...I wonder why? Here's to going to class in shorts and sandals walking with a girl who think it's so cool that you know how to salsa. Here's to going to the library with a girl 'til 10pm then walking back to the room in a cold night with some hot chocolate. Here's to the girl staying in your room 'til 3am and talking about her vibrator and how s

Why? Why do I work so hard at building up your self-estime, when you work so little to completely shatter mine? Why do I let you think I need you more than you need me, when I know that it's the other way around? Why? Why do I take all the hurtful things you say and do, and never say a single word about it? Why should I forgive you for the twentieth time, even though you don't even know that you said or did something worthy of apologizing? Why? Why do I get so fucking mad at you, when I know I'm so much fucking better than you? Why do I get so fucking mad at myself, when I know you're hardly worth all of the fucking rage? Why?

How can I tell you what you mean to me? When the words of a thousand languages will not suffice, I turn to poetry, the language of the soul, to see if it can translate the message of my heart. I don't remember exactly when we met, don't even remember when we became best friends. What I do remember is one day thinking to myself and realizing that I loved you in a way... A love that defied explanation or description, stronger than anything I'd felt before, sweeter than any that I could've had for some girl who blew me kisses or flashed me smiles. Purer than any other love, because loving you is what taught me what loving someone is

I have come to realize that being alone is my greatest accomplishment. It is the result of years of hard work, dedication and sacrifice and, would this have been my goal, I would be extremely happy and proud of myself. Unfortunately, this is not what I set out to do. Let me explain myself... Have you ever heard of the "friend zone"? You know, when you get to that place with a girl in which you're considered exclusively a friend...sometimes to the point that they'll even forget you're a man at all! Well ladies and gentlemen, I am king of the friend zone...I have inhabited it for as long as I have had contact with the fairer sex and, to this d