E/N: Alternative titles for this "poem" (I don't class it as such, merely a venting of my frustration) are 'Carver' and 'If only', for reasons you will soon see.

My head is a mess as it is, I don't need boys messing it up even further. Don't you hate that feeling of confusion and longing and yet you still can't a touch a person because they're unobtainable? Well I hate it. It's so…. confusing!!!

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One Word

Carver, carver, carver, carver, carver.

One word….

And it's driving me insane!

Carver.

One word printed on my brain by the touch of a hand.

One word scorched onto my eyelids by piercing blue eyes.

One word consuming my whole being because of a smile.

One word intent on sending me crazy.

Carver.

One word to send my stomach reeling.

One word to set my heart on fire.

One word to lift me up so high

And yet crush me to the core in an instant.

Carver.

I'm sick of hearing his bloody name!

And yet I want to hear it over and over again.

The pain and the pleasure weigh equally

And I can't choose between them.

Mr. Matthew Carver

You have been evicted from Lauren's mind

Please leave immediately

Leaving no memory of your existence….

If only that was what I truly wanted.