Le MX5

Ever since you broke up with me, I haven't been myself. I've found myself angry and lashing out at people and/or objects that don't deserve it. Some days are fine, while others are just complete * * * * . Recently, the anger is just sadness and grief. I honestly miss you more than anything, and not talking to you absolutely sucks. I'm always asking myself why I feel this way, we only lasted a week. I don't want to miss you anymore, I don't want to feel this sadness, I just want you.

Bro, stop asking me if I want to be friends with you. I DON'T, GTFO.

I don't miss you at all, BRO! (She hated when I called her bro.) Whenever I see you, you don't look very happy, it's quite amusing actually... Moving on to bigger and better things, leaving the irrelevant and insignificant behind. Cya, bro!

This whole no contact thing with you is helping me a lot. I'm not really affected by the breakup, my mind just likes to remind me. I'm so much happier without you, and I know there's something so much better out there for me. I wish you would understand the meaning of "don't ever talk to me again, I want nothing to do with you", because everytime Mr. Number (app that blocks texts and calls from certain numbers) tells me it blocked a text from you, I want to flip the hell out and tell you to * * * * off. Your best friend told me you broke up with me because you thought that's what I wanted. Do you lack the common sense to talk to me about it, rather than break up with me out of the blue? ?I'm kinda glad you did, because if you didn't, I wouldn't have found out that you were trying to hook up with the kid while we were still going out. We have to see each other every day, but I hope you know, I don't even look in your direction. Sooo, yeah, at least I don't have to hear you * * * * * and moan every time I talk to you.

I'm writing another one, should be done by tomorrow.

Thanks It's really a song though instead of a poem.

"This is Love, This is Infatuation": So focused on you, I can't get you out. Your face I see everywhere, your voice I hear all the time. The others aren't worth any more than garbage, compared to you, a goddess-like figure. Ana Behibek (I love you, in Arabic) I've lost and found myself in you. I'll burn for you, I'll ache for you, I'll drown for you. Everytime I see that beautiful smile, my spirit is reborn. These words fuel my love for you, just hymns for my loving mess. Je t'aime (I love you, in French) My love for you is stronger than any man on this earth. Your voice echoes in my mind, the image of you, displayed everywhere I look. Here is your serenade, my love. Every dream I have, your image is there. You're my angel, you're the only one. Your voice is heavenly, more heavenly than an angelic choir. Wrote this one about 2 days after I finished the previous one.

"For You, I'd": For your eyes, more beautiful than the moon, I'd run around the earth forever. For you, I'd be whatever person you'd have me be. You could make anyone fall for you, with one glance. I'm one of the many trapped in your hypnotic eyes. The very mention of your name is enough to bring a big smile to my face. For you, I'd change everything I am, just to suit you. For your smile, I'd take on the Chinese army. Just a glimpse of your beautiful face makes my heart jump into my throat. You make worst days great, and great days even better. To the world, you might be one, but to me, you're the world. For you, I'd do anything to please. I hadn't written anything in months before I wrote this. Opinions please. "This is Love, This is Infatuation" is on the next post.

Some do. But at my age, if you wrote something like this to a girl, you'd be a "Stalker" or "desperate loser" But some girls my age like it (the ones that aren't * * * * * * ('scuse my french))

I'm in. Shouldn't be too hard to ignore her, since she's just another person to me now.

Thanks, no tune yet.

Some lyrics I spent a week writing, tell me what you think. I can't change you, you might never change. You've been nothing but a pain in my heart. Breaking my spirit, shattering my love. Knowing you was once a good thing, now I regret saying "hi" the first time. We can lie about our feelings all day, But soon, we'll have to confront them. Sooner or later, I'll realize, you're just a plague, another sickness to me. Till then, I'll see you as the reason I love. Nothing could've prepared me for the pain you've caused. The feelings I have, a burning bridge. I'm at the point of "no more love", not where I want to be. Your apathy makes me tremble, true feelings last more than two weeks. I've seen you for what you really are; nothing more than the person keeping me from living life to the fullest. Still broken and confused, I'm not quite done with you yet.

I hate the way you're making me feel. Why must you be so vindictive? Are you even doing this on purpose? Please talk to me when you're ready. I miss you lots, good luck with your life.