Jesus forbid you put me down in your history of romance like a list of countries, where you came and conquered.
May I be more like Genghis Khan, spreading out upon the populations and tarnishing the memory of all that once was.

To the boy I love:
may your pants grow tighter, and your shirt grow longer,
so you will not sag your shoulders or hemline in your sadness
or tuck your shirt in, hands in your pockets, when you are in need of a phone.

You won't show because you aren't around, you haven't heard the sound of my cries or your lies, you've only heard what you choose to hear, and I wish so hard that my anger towards you would disappear.

My heart is beating, my heart is beating and my stomach is beating, nervous, waiting around for you when I know you won't show.

How much do I loveth thee? Let me count thy ways: I love ye more than gold or silver, ye with freckled arms and dirtied knees.

Was this the beautiful Monday you talked about,
where I'd look into your eyes and without a doubt
I'd love you...?

Attention, all boys! We are in a serious relationship. I'm working hard to be her best friend.

Whoever said "Take a risk!" forgot to mention the downside.

Sometimes its nice to think of those sweet sweet childhood days, however far they are.

I miss "loving". No drawbacks. Back when there was no borderline between love and like, and the best thing to do in a relationship was to share music and learn the same lyrics.