Woo, More Poems.

Because this is exactly what everyone loves reading from me.
My pathetic poetry.
Woo.

In this white open space
Our eyes meet.
Mine light up as you run to me
Pulling me into your arms.
I start to cry,
Glad that I'm here with you,
And no one else.
Just you,
Just me,
In this timeless abyss.
You push me away,
To my dismay,
And lift my chin,
Looking into my wet, running eyes.
My heart skips a beat
And our lips collide.
The space around us gets smaller,
And I push myself back,
Startled.
As we break away,
The space returns
To its original size.
You open your mouth to speak,
But I place a finger to your lips,
Urging you to keep quiet.
You nod slowly in agreement,
And I remove my finger,
To replace it with my lips,
Still tingling from their first encounter.
Again,
The space appears to shrink,
Enclosing us.
You open your mouth,
Just slightly,
But enough for me to notice.
I hesitate,
Afraid of the effect on
The space around us,
But I soon do the same.
Just as I expect,
The white dreamland shrinks.
The further we go,
The less space we'll have,
And the more likely it'll be,
That we disappear.

1o points if you can guess what this was a reference to.
Not like there's more than 1 person that would know.
Because only 1 person was ever asked about it to begin with.
"What would you do if we were alone?"
I would hope it turned out something like that.
Minus the disappearing part.

lult;;
++ Chels!`

Well, well, well.

This isn't very surprising.
How typical that half of the school would turn on someone for trying to protect their friend?
I know damn well I'm not going to start hating on her for this.
In fact, I think what she did was amazing.
I don't think I would've had the balls to do what she did, but at the same time, I don't think I'd ever be able to live with myself if I didn't.
She has an amazing amount of heart.
I'm pretty damn proud of her, actually.

And in the meantime, kids are showing their true colors.
Showing the world who they are, what they think, how pathetic they are.
And the more I think about it, the more amused I am.
I'm slowly but surely finding out who the real Shaker kids are.
The ones that aren't as fake as everyone else.
The ones that don't hide behind douchebaggery.
And I love these kids for proving that they're real, after all.

But at the same time, the hurt I get from all of this is unbearable.
I mean, how many times do I have to lose some of my best friends before I crack?
I don't know what I'm doing, honestly, but whatever it is, I'm sorry.

Just come back to me.

lult;;
++ Chels!`